Later On We’ll Conspire by Kortney Keisel EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Kortney Keisel
- Language: English
- Genre: Clean & Wholesome Romance
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RULE NUMBER ONE: never get caught by your opponent.
In my line of work, I can see why that rule is so important. Especially
right now, when I’m getting kicked in the stomach by some guy with a flame
tattoo that crawls up his neck to his cheek.
The force of his kick sends my body slamming against the tiled wall of
the mall bathroom. Why do so many fights happen in the men’s bathroom? It
smells like urine in here—not a pleasant place to be. But then again, getting
kicked in the groin isn’t pleasant either, and that’s the next place he aims.
Luckily, I spin to the left, and he ends up jamming his foot into the wall.
He pulls out a knife and whips around to face me, waving it in front of
my face. I dodge the blade and lunge for him, going through a sequence of
punches and hits until I’ve completely taken over the course of our fight.
Then I finish him off with his own knife, like I’m some sort of hired assassin.
Okay, it sounds bad, but I’m not a bad guy.
It’s not like I kill people for the fun of it.
I have morals.
This is just my job. Some slay numbers. I slay people—but only the ones
the government tells me to. Or, in this case, the ones Sienna needs me to.
I’m not known as one of the best operatives in the CIA for nothing. I
know it sounds cocky, but it’s true. Although, that title isn’t holding up as
well right now, at least not with the Director of the CIA, Todd Allen. I used
to be Todd’s number one officer, but after the botched job in France last year
when I was supposed to recover leaked nuclear codes but got ambushed midjob, his opinion of my skills has gone down.
That was the first assignment in my ten-year career that I didn’t finish.
That’s probably why Todd kicked me off the case and reassigned me to
smaller jobs. Things like spying on crooked government officials or highpowered attorneys that are committing federal crimes.
It’s been awful.
But all of that changed when I received Sienna’s package two days ago,
and now I’m back in the game.
I place the hired thug’s dead body in one of the stalls, sitting him on the
toilet, so he doesn’t look suspicious. Then I search his pockets. There’s
another knife, a tin of Altoids, and a cell phone with a password. I debate
taking the phone, but it probably has a tracker on it, and being tracked is the
last thing I want right now.
I pat down the inside of his jacket, looking for the item I came here for.
My fingers graze over the fabric until I feel something hard. Then I take his
knife and cut a slit in the inner lining, tearing it wide open.
Glued against the jacket’s lining is a small computer chip, no bigger than
those colored dot stickers.
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