Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

on her face. She looked like herself again, no makeup, or fancy clothes, or big hair. I pointed to their outfits, “Where’d you get clothes from?”
    Jack shrugged, “There were laid out already. The lady, who doesn’t speak any of the languages I have tossed at her, did it.”
    I snorted, “How many do you speak, Jack?”
    He looked down, “Counting Elvish and Klingon, nine.”
    I smirked and looked at Luce who was shaking her head, “Dude.”
    He blushed, “What?”
    I crossed my arms, “We need a plan.”
    Coop made a face, “This place is bugged to fuck. I found seven between my room and this one. I’m assuming we didn’t get them all. We’ve been pretty careful of what we said.”
    I pointed at the clothes, “And we all put on clothes from here. Probably sewn in the damned hems.”
    Luce sighed, “Go for a swim?”
    I nodded, “Let’s.”
    We walked back out into the main room and out the front door.
    There was no one around, “Creepy how there is no staff, huh?”
    Coop looked around, “Super creepy. Not to mention, Steve took our guns before we got on the plane.”
    The path to the ocean was bricked with sand and rock gardens the entire way. The ocean was beautiful and turquoise.
    “Where the hell are we?”
    Jack smirked, “We are in Mexico, just North of Veracruz.”
    I frowned, “How the hell did he get us in Mexico without passports or shit?”
    Coop picked up the pace, “Not a clue.”
    We started to run, as we got closer to the sandy beach. We all dove into the waves. They weren’t too rough, there was a rocky break, out in the water, not too far from the beach. It got the worst of the moody Atlantic. The beach near the house was more of a pool. The water was warm, and yet refreshing. We swam out against the current, each of us dunking and soaking ourselves thoroughly.
    I flutter-kicked and looked back at the house, “He’s trying something. I don’t know what, but I think he wants to help us.”
    Coop pointed, “Well, here he comes, swimming trunks and all. Maybe he’ll just offer it up.”
    I laughed when I saw, he truly had on Bermuda shorts and was carrying a stack of towels.
    He dropped them on the beach, far from us and jogged for the water. We all watched in silence as he jumped in and swam out.
    Servario bobbed and looked us all over before speaking softly, “I was hoping you would come out here. Let’s all pretend to swim and be playful. Whoever is the mole, is watching. Unless of course, it’s one of you.”
    My jaw dropped, “What?”
    He nodded, “I have a mole. I didn’t know, until recently. My staff is unaware of a lot of aspects in my life, and when I made inquiries about the Burrow, like any arms dealer worth his salt would, I had James up my ass, instantly. My plan was to put it out there and see who bit. James bit instantly.”
    I looked at Coop, “One of ours, maybe?”
    He shook his head, “If there is, it’s over my head.”
    Jack frowned, “Wait, who was Derringer to all this?”
    Servario shook his head, “The patsy, your people wanted to blame a lot of things related to all of this on. It’s not him. It’s someone in my employment. My houses are not safe. My planes weren’t safe.”
    I frowned, “Is the plane safe now?” I asked thinking on the conversation we’d had.
    He smirked, “I had something installed, it alerts to issues of that nature. The plane starts and an alarm goes off, it only works in planes and vehicles.”
    Coop looked confused, “Does anyone know you installed it?”
    He shook his head, “No. Impossible.”
    Coop looked lost, “So you’re on our side?”
    Servario shook his head, “I’m on her side. Whatever side you choose, will dictate if I’m on your side or not.”
    I could tell Coop wasn’t buying it. Jack nodded, “That actually makes sense. You must have been friends with her dad, and that’s why the information James found, tied you together.”
    Coop’s eyes widened, “Her father killed your father when you were what, eighteen?”
    Servario’s eyes had no green in them, “Let’s drop it. It’s my business, not yours. Yours is staying alive. Your government has a few key members in it, who won’t rest until they’ve got the Burrow. Those same people, by now, think you all are involved. Running with Evie, when you were told to keep her with me, didn’t help your cause. You don’t stand a chance at surviving the next forty-eight hours, unless you off them and hide the evidence linking