Chapter 10: Alpha’s Mission: Chapter 9

I crane my head to watch the lights of the cop cars recede behind us. Charlie drives like a madman, guiding the bike down narrow trashcan-lined alleyways. We don’t stop until we’re on a street lined with respectable brick townhouses.

“Think we lost them?”

Charlie shrugs. The wariness hasn’t left his shoulders. With everything that’s happened, I’m running out of shock, but the sight of him lifting the bike like it was a toy is forever burned into my brain.

I guess these super spies eat their Wheaties.

“Why are the cops looking for us?”

“Someone put a bulletin out. I’m burned, you’re probably wanted as an accomplice.”

I let my head sag against his shoulder. He reaches back and squeezes my knee.

“Let’s get to the safehouse. Then we can work on clearing you and your father’s name.”

I can’t even deal with the thought of the wolf. I’ve reached my quota of crazy.

Charlie doesn’t think I’m crazy. I’m actually surprised he didn’t question me further about the wolf. Maybe he knows something I don’t, and there’s a new trend of using K9 units for surveillance and/or hit squads. What the hell else could it be?

By the time we reach the park where we’re to meet Otis, my stomach has settled. I may not know what the hell happened back at the hotel, but one thing is clear—I feel perfectly safe with Charlie. Even when he whips the motorcycle through the tiniest possible spaces between traffic-stuck cars. Any other guy, I’d be screaming to get down, but with Charlie, I tuck my arms tighter around him, close my eyes and relax into the ride.

As the roar of the bike fills my ears, I tilt my face into the rushing wind. Charlie’s hard abs flex against my forearms as he wheels and swerves the bike like a stunt devil. When we stop, my heart is pounding, and I feel a little weak, but not with fear. Charlie puts his legs down, steadying the bike for me to hop off, and I linger, bowing my head to catch a little of his man-and-leather scent.

Across the small park, Otis sits on a bench, eating peanuts. Reluctantly, I slide my arms from around Charlie’s middle. He catches my hand and squeezes it, keeping it even as we stroll from the motorcycle. I’m still barefoot, but the grass feels nice.

“Nice bike,” Otis drawls as we approach.

“Thanks, man.” Charlie hooks his arm around my shoulders. “A friend let me borrow it—I promised to give it right back. You ever ride one?”

“Missus won’t let me. Got a boring beige sedan.” Otis hooks a thumb over his shoulder at the car parked under a row of maples, then holds up the brown bag. “Peanut?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Charlie takes the bag. There’s a slight clink inside. He offers it to me, and I slip my hand in, feeling the car keys inside there along with the peanuts. I grab the keys and nod to Charlie, who pulls the bag away, slipping the motorcycle key inside before handing the bag back to Otis. At least, I think he slips in the motorcycle key. I don’t actually see anything even though I’m watching for it. We crack peanuts and eat them for a few seconds before Otis stands.

“Keep the rest.” Otis dusts off his hands. No sign of the key although I’m sure he has it. These spy guys are better than street magicians. “I have to get home before the missus gets antsy. Wish I could be off to my fishin’ shack. I always keep an overnight bag and map in the car, just in case I need to get away.” He grins and ambles off.

“He’ll do a few loops, watching to see if we’ve been followed,” Charlie tells me.

“We’ll take his car, right? And it’ll have an overnight bag and map to his fishing shack?”

“Yep.” With his hand on my elbow, Charlie steers me up the sidewalk toward the ‘boring beige sedan’ Otis pointed out. “We’ll stop to get some clothes.”

Dusk settles by the time the car rolls down a long, dusty dirt road. The wheel hits a pothole, and I blink awake.

“Almost home,” Charlie murmurs, and I flash him a little grin. I’m wearing a “Virginia is for Lovers” shirt, courtesy of a tourist shop. I wriggle my toes in my new, sparkly flip-flops. Out of D.C. traffic, on a nice back road near the Maryland coastline, I feel like I’m on vacation.

“If it wasn’t for all the shooting and dead people, this spy stuff would be kinda fun,” I tell him.

He nods, the corners of his mouth turning up. I sense he’s been worried about my state of mind after the near-kidnapping, but once the adrenaline left my body, I dozed all the way from D.C. The little nap did me wonders.

It’s crazy how much I trust Charlie. I couldn’t have slept so easily next to anyone else in the world. I feel a little guilty, having the weight of my problems rest on his super spy shoulders, but he’ll take care of them—I know it to my bones.

The car lights hit a small structure made of grey boards, leaning a little to the side.

“This is it,” he announces after checking the map.

When I get out, I smell the salty, somewhat swampy scent of water. We’re not quite on the ocean, just an inlet.

Otis gave us more than just a map to his place. Charlie pulls out burner phones, two laptops, and four guns. We have been resupplied.

“I need to check in with my sister. And call Flack,” I realize. “He’s probably wondering why I was a no-show.”

“Set up another meeting for tomorrow,” Charlie instructs. “We need to find out what he knows about American Trade Assets.”

I picked up steaks at the grocery on the way in, and light the grill. I bought four, but I swear, I could eat ten. Annabel’s going to be on to me when she sees me wolfing—heh—these down.

Hell, I can’t believe she hasn’t put two and two together already. I guess werewolf is just so far out of people’s minds as a real possibility, they refuse to see what is.

I’m speaking from experience, of course.

I was so sure my father and Nash had been the subject of some government gene modification or enhancement project. I just never put the wolf thing together. Not even with the memory of my father’s death.

Not until I saw it with my own eyes.

I throw the steaks on the grill, along with corn on the cob still in the husk. Annabel comes out and hands me a beer.

“I didn’t get Flack. Just left a message. Sarah and Grady are fine, just restless.”

I clink the mouth of my beer bottle to hers. “Cheers.”

She smiles, her expression soft and full of gratitude. “Charlie? Why are you doing this for me?”

“I owed you one.” I deflect in an effort to ignore the discomfort of my heart squeezing in my chest.

She shakes her head. “You didn’t owe me this much.”

I stare through the trees at the water beyond. “You mean something to me,” I say at last. My heightened senses note her held breath, her racing pulse. I turn to face her. “It’s true. You have a life. Maybe you don’t get out much, but you still have a family. A sister and a nephew. I have nobody—by design.”

Her eyebrows draw together in concern, but she says nothing, lets me talk.

It comes as a relief, really, to unload my burden on her.

“My mom thinks I’m dead. As far as she knows, I died serving my country ten years ago. I don’t exist anymore. I can’t maintain ties—you know that. So, in a twisted, pathetic way, you’ve become family to me.” I open the grill and flip the steaks and corn.

Her lips part.

“That sounds creepy and stalkerish, doesn’t it?” I laugh into my beer. “I’m not as mal-adjusted as it sounds, I promise. It’s just that you’re the only person I see on a regular basis. The only person who knows what I do. Where I am. How I live. When I asked you for help, you gave it. Without demanding answers.”

“I demanded a favor in return.” She sounds rueful.

“I was thrilled. I to give something back to you. I guess I secretly craved more of a connection with another human being.”

She nods, looking away, and I realize I said that wrong.

“No, not just any human being. With you. My beautiful, brilliant handler. The woman who gives me my orders and rides my ass when I miss a meetup.”

“We don’t even know each other,” she says, but she’s staring up at me with stars in her eyes. Like she’s willing me to make her believe what I’m saying.

“I want to know more,” I say honestly. “I want to know everything.”

She looks away again, out to the water. “I always knew I’d fall for an agent.” She sounds rueful like it’s a bad thing. Which, I guess, it is.

It would be hard enough if I was just a spy, but considering my wolf problem, it’s downright dangerous.

“I’m sorry.” And I am. I never meant to pull her heart into play. Hell, I didn’t even realize mine was in the game until it was far too late. I think I forgot I even had a heart, to be honest.

She shakes her head. “No, I am. I don’t mean to be a downer. It just figures the only guy I’m ever attracted to is unavailable.”

I frown. What is she talking about? “Why does that figure?”

She takes a long swing of beer. “I mean girls usually pick men like their daddies, right?”

“I see.” I want to tell her I’ll be different, to promise to be available, but of course, I can’t. I have nothing to offer Annabel Gray. Not even my heart which wasn’t much worth having, to begin with. No, I left my heart back in Kentucky the day I enlisted and became one of the government’s human weapons.

Except it turns out I’m not human. I guess the joke was on them, huh?

I pull the steaks and corn off the grill. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?”

“Starved,” she says.

Good. Because my monster is dying to feed you.

Whatever the fuck that’s about.

Charlie watches me eat like it’s an erotic act. His gaze never leaves my lips as he shovels food past his own.

Three steaks.

I’m not kidding you. The guy ate three steaks. It’s incredible. He must have the highest metabolism in the history of the universe. Well, how else would he be able to lift a Harley Davidson over a concrete divider?

Spending this time with him is like getting wrangled into a thriller. I’m holding my breath, squeezing my eyes closed, but still enjoying the ride. Loving watching the strong, brave, and handsome hero defeat the bad guys. At least I hope that’s how this one ends.

Charlie certainly makes me believe everything will come out all right even though logic tells me differently. When I stop and think about how deep I’m into this thing—how meaningless my life may soon become… Well, I can’t think that way. It’s too morbid. Plus, Sarah and Grady’s lives hang in the balance too. So, Charlie and I to figure this out. We have to make sure they can walk away unharmed when it’s all over.

And Charlie, too. I should be more concerned about the trouble I’ve gotten him into.

“What are you thinking?” He has another beer open, sipping from the bottle.

“I’m worried about your job.”

“Sweetheart,” Charlie scoffs, “that’s one thing you don’t ever have to worry about.”

“Why?”

“I can take care of myself. No matter what happens. Let’s just worry about you. Plan our end game. We need definite proof about what happened in El Salvador. Then what? You want to take those responsible down?”

I chew on my lip. Do I? This started as a mission to find the truth. Now, am I going after justice?

“If you don’t, they’re going to keep coming for you, baby. You knocked over the wasp’s nest. They’re already swarming and stinging. There’s no half-assing the rest of this. Either you finish them, or they’ll finish you.”

I think of my father. The starch of his uniform against my skin when he’d pick me up and hold me on his hip. The medals he wore on his chest. The hero I believed him to be.

believe him to be.

He’d want me to do the right thing. For Sarah and Grady. For our country.

I lift my chin. “Yes. I’m going to take them down.”

Charlie smiles like he already knew what I was going to say.

“That’s my girl. So, let’s get busy.”