Spy Away Home (The Never Say Spy Series Book 10) by Henders Diane

Author:Henders, Diane [Henders, Diane]
Language: en-us
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense & Thrillers
ISBN: 9781927460283
Publisher: PEBKAC Publishing
Published: 2015-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

After a nightmare-ridden sleep I finally gave up around six A.M. and hurried over to retrieve my phone from my car. At least it was silent now, but it took me nearly half an hour to catch up on all of Brock’s texts.

His shitty attitude made me dislike him even more, but at least I didn’t find anything that sounded like negotiations with a killer-for-hire.

I replaced the phone in my waist pouch and trudged outdoors, hoping the morning air would drive some of the fogginess from my brain. The pearl-grey sky promised rain to come, and I sucked in deep breaths of the cool humid breeze while keeping a wary eye out for early-morning assassins.

My stomach growled, and I eyed the house longingly. Inside were toast and peanut butter and a hot shower, if I was brave enough to claim them.

I rubbed gritty eyes and combed my fingers through my tangled hair.

Or I could go and use the showers in the changing room at Sirius Dynamics and graze on cereal bars in the lunchroom.

But the changing rooms were underground in the secured area. I’d have to overcome my claustrophobia if I wanted a shower.

And if Brock was my mysterious enemy, not even the secured area was safe. His clearances would easily get him in. And hell, even if he wasn’t actually the one trying to kill or capture me, he’d probably find some way to prank me. In my current exhausted and frazzled state, that wouldn’t end well for Brock.

I shuffled my feet, weighing the options. Shower at Sirius and possibly kill Brock? Or shower at home and possibly get killed myself?

Neither option appealed, but I needed clean clothes. And I really, really needed the toilet.

I growled and headed for the house.

Inside, I rushed through another awkward Glock-clutching shower before heading for the kitchen. Phone in one hand, pistol in the other, I jittered back and forth while I waited for the toaster.

When it popped up, the sudden noise and movement nearly made me pump a bullet into it.

Jesus, idiot, tranquilize. Don’t kill. And especially, don’t kill the toaster.

I swore softly and slid my Glock into my ankle holster, leaving the trank pistol in easy grabbing distance at my waist.

Perched on the edge of my chair, I gobbled the first slice of toast without incident but few minutes later my shaking fingers dropped the second one peanut-butter-side-down on the table. By the time I cleaned up the mess and shoved the remains of the sorry-looking slice into my mouth, my nerves were stretched to breaking.

“Lucky nobody phoned,” I growled as I slung on my jacket and made for the door. “I’d probably have shit my pants. And great,” I added as I locked the door behind me. “Now I’m talking to myself, too.”

A moment later I realized that not only was I talking to myself, but the surveillance analysts were also watching me talk to myself.

With a tremendous effort I resisted the urge to beat my head against my nice new steel door, and headed for my car.

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