Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

for a woman my age."
    He nodded, "Keep telling yourself that. The car is around the block. Meet us there in five." He walked across the garage towards me. I stepped out of the way for him to leave through the door.
    I looked around the empty garage, "How the bloody hell, am I supposed to do that?" I muttered.
    The old Honda Civic in the garage gave me an idea. I climbed in the driver’s seat and pulled the wire box. I hot-wired the car and opened the garage door. I flipped the visor and looked at the dirt stains on my face.
    I backed out and closed the garage again. I pointed at the men in black in the driveway next door and shouted, "Stay outta my yard!"
    I drove away, grinning.
    I didn’t want the cocky feeling I was filled with to get me bad juju. Bad-agent juju always ended up with the cocky person getting caught. In my case, that would get me shipped back to Servario. The dirty part of my brain didn’t entirely object to going back. Servario had ways of convincing you that you wanted to stay. I had a horrid inkling that I’d only run out of fear of my feelings for him.
    I rounded the corner and stopped the car behind the minivan they had stolen. I could see Jack's dark head in the tinted window.
    I jumped out and hopped into the back of the van.
    Luce was laughing, "That was amazeballs, dude. Put it there." She held her knuckles out. Apparently amazeballs was a positive thing. Even Jack was snickering. I patted the top of her knuckles with my hand, earning me a crazy look.
    I glared at them, "I hate you all."
    Coop growled and drove the van like he was late for his kids’ hockey practice. I mocked him behind his back with sneers. Luce smiled and nodded in his direction, "I thought he was going to have a stroke."
    I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, well I woulda had a stroke, if I tried to jump that fence. My ankle is still sore and I'm out of shape."
    Jack nudged me, "You look great to me. My mom is really out of shape."
    My mouth dropped open, "I'm not old enough to be your mom, you little shit."
    He blushed, contrasting his cheeks against his dark hair, "Sorry. You know what I mean."
    I glared at him, "How old is your mother?"
    He swallowed and looked at Luce for help, "Uhm… she's forty-three. She was twenty-one when she had me."
    I pressed my lips together. My best mom friend was forty-five.
    I snarled, "Whatever."
    Luce looked back, "My mom's fifty if that makes you feel better."
    I shook my head, “Screw you all.”
    She shrugged, "Did you hot-wire that car?"
    I grinned at that, "I did."
    Coop looked at me in the rearview, "Lucky it was an older model. They're easier."
    I narrowed my gaze, "You're dead." He smiled his cocky, asshole grin, the one that made my blood boil.
    I looked out the window as he drove, and Luce played a game on her iPhone.
    "Can't they trace that one?" I asked.
    She shook her head, "I buy my personal shit from a guy who makes sure it falls off a truck and lands in a tech guy’s hands, and then gets sold under a table somewhere."
    I snorted, "Nice and legal you mean?"
    She looked up and winked, "It's the only way."
    "Why are they coming after us for going off the reservation?" I asked.
    Jack looked back, "We had no idea what we were getting into, with you and your husband. We honestly thought this was a weapon to destroy the world, as it always is, and someone betrayed the government like they always do."
    My eyes narrowed, "Don’t lump me with my husband. He isn’t my husband. He's in on this on his own."
    Jack's eyes glinted when he grinned back at me, "Regardless, we don’t think that’s the case anymore. We think your dad was in on some crazy shit and somehow you are being used to find whatever he hid, a long time ago."
    I sighed, "What I want to know is why are they turning on us?"
    He shook his head and turned back around, "No clue."
    I bit my lips and prayed Uncle Fitz would know what was happening.
    We arrived in Salt Lake six hours later. I was passed out when I felt the car stop.
    I looked up as Coop parked and instantly felt my neck go out. I winced, rubbing the spot.
    Luce too woke up and stretched. She yawned and smirked at me, "Crick in the neck?"
    I nodded, "I am too old for this shit."
    I sighed and got out of the car. I tried to stretch, but the pain in my neck was shooting down my spine. Coop walked over with his iPhone and held it out, "This is the map of the city. Where am I going?"
    Jack got out and walked into the corner store we were parked at, with Luce