A Spy For a Spy by Diane Henders

Author:Diane Henders
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, suspense, mystery, espionage, science fiction, canadian, women sleuths
Publisher: Diane Henders

A couple of hours later, I escaped when the doctors admitted they couldn’t find anything wrong with me other than slightly elevated blood pressure and high levels of stress hormones.

I muttered ‘No shit, really?’ under my breath and trudged through the gathering dusk to my truck. The snow had stopped, but the bitter wind sliced through every tiny aperture in my clothing.

Shivering, I fumbled my key out of my waist pouch and unlocked the door by feel in the half-light. Focused on getting out of the miserable wind as quickly as possible, I realized my mistake a fraction of a second after the door closed behind me.

“Both hands on the wheel.” Doytchevsky unfolded himself from the foot well of the passenger side and the muzzle of his gun stared me down.

After a split-second of adrenaline-drenched indecision, I obeyed. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t shoot me with an actual bullet, but the trank gun in his hand meant business. One wrong move, and I’d wake up a lot unhappier than I was at this moment. Which was extremely unhappy indeed.

He nodded approval. “Smart.”

“What the hell do you want?”

He shivered. “I hate this damn truck. I’ve spent far too much time freezing in it.”

“Well, nobody’s stopping you from leaving,” I snapped. “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.”

He gave me a smile that chilled me in ways the cold vinyl upholstery couldn’t match. “Oh, I’m not staying. I just want to have a little chat. Did you and Stemp enjoy my photography?”

I hid my fear and anger in a shrug. “I told you I don’t give a shit. That’s Kane’s problem.”

He shot me a look of pure satisfaction. “Yes, it is, isn’t it? Thank you for giving me the idea. I’ve been searching for a creative way to make him suffer.”

Wait a minute. Make him suffer?

Shit, maybe Arnie was right. It wasn’t all about me.

I went fishing. “What’s your problem with him? I’m the one he’s harassing.”

I held my breath, hoping he’d bite.

He did. His face twisted with hatred. “You mean besides the fact that he murdered Robert? My best friend?”

Oh. Right.

Maybe it was time to build a little rapport.

“Your best friend. My husband,” I said flatly.

“Yes.” He had the grace to look slightly abashed. “I suppose it was naive of me to think I could use Kane as leverage against you. Nevertheless.” He straightened, the trank gun unwavering in his grip. “I’m finished playing games. Where’s Sherman?”

I hissed out a short breath between my teeth. “I told you, I don’t fucking know.”

“That’s too bad. Tell me, are you fond of your little purple-haired sex granny?”

My heart clenched into a fist-sized stone.

Oh, God. I’d been so busy worrying about Nichele, I’d forgotten Doytchevsky had seen Lola with me in Vegas. And she was a highly-visible target in this tiny fishbowl of a town.

“Yes.” My voice came out high and tight.

“So you wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to her.”

“No.” I tried to draw a long, slow breath, but my lungs felt as though they had been encased in steel.

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