Read Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me for Free Online

than you."
    I looked back out the window, "You still shouldn’t be driving."
    His tone changed, "I got this. Don’t worry about me. Worry about your kids."
    My head snapped back, "What is that supposed to mean?"
    He took the exit for Weston, driving far too fast, "It means you need to do this the best you can. I'll be here for you, but all I can do is hope you have the training you’ll need for this. The number one skill of any CI officer is belief. You need to believe. ‘Cause if you don’t, they won't either. Now take this package inside, go over it and then burn it." He pulled the cab onto my street and parked in my driveway with a jerk.
    "You drive too fast," I snarled and snatched the package. I jumped out of the car and slammed the door. I ran for my front door, not stealthy like at all.
    The house was dark and silent. I slumped when I closed the front door and pressed my back into it. It was too much. It was all too much. I turned the locks and tried to find my peace again.
    I could still smell the lingering odor of the spaghetti my mom had made the kids for dinner. I looked up the stairs to where my children were sleeping and made a mental note to change all the locks. Mom and the kids would be on mandatory lockdown.
    I had no clue how to protect them. I had never been an agent with a family.
    "Fuck!" I whispered into the quiet of the foyer. Looking around, I wondered where they were, the bugs and the cameras?
    I grabbed the package and stormed into the powder room, I would hope they hadn’t bugged the bathrooms.
    But what if they had?
    Oh my God, were these people watching my kids shower and use the bathroom?
    My stomach sunk farther. Frantically, I rifled the bathroom. When I pulled the fan cover off I found it. A small bug. I ripped it off and tossed it in the toilet. I stuck my hand up farther and found the second one. There was always a decoy. I flushed both and sat down on the lid. I wanted to cry. I wanted it more than I wanted anything, but the tears I had shed in the hotel room had taken all my sadness.
    My fingers didn’t tremble when I opened the manila envelope. Nothing inside of me was the same as it was when I left the house. In the place of the pain and self-pity, was resentment and a dirty dose of fury.
    I shook my head and pulled out the folder, "How could you, James?" I muttered to the folder, "How could you do this to me and the kids?"
    The dark-brown folder had one word on the front of it, "Burrow" I didn’t know what it meant but I assumed it was something to do with him being a mole. A double agent. How could he? I closed my eyes and repeated the word burrow but it didn’t trigger anything.
    I twirled the locket on my neck, trying desperately to recall even one thing. The locket made me ashamed. My father had given it to me for my graduation from CI training. He had been commander in charge at the time. He had begged me not to become a CI agent, but when I had ignored him and done amazingly at training he had to be proud. He begged me not to date James when we were discovered. I never understood his hate for him.
    I couldn’t help but wonder, if my dad had seen the man he would become?
    I took a breath and wished I had some red wine to drink as I flipped it open. At first, it was pictures, surveillance photos of buildings I had never seen. No different than what I had looked at a million times in my short career as a CI agent.
    I flipped past them, trying to commit them to memory.
    Unfortunately, the shows my kids watched everyday had fried my brain somewhat. Well, kids’ shows and the many hours I may or may not have spent playing Skyrim. I believed in testing a product before I let my ten-year-old play it. Damn those game makers. They were good. That damned game was addicting, once I got used to the Xbox controls.
    My to-do list was balanced in there somewhere, along with the heartbreak that my kids’ dad was an idiot. There was no room for surveillance photos.
    I closed my eyes and