Chapter 29

Before we split up, Coop asked, “Are you feeling better now?”

“I am. A good night’s sleep and I’ll be ready to do recon on our diplomat.”

That was the last thing on our to-do list. We needed to know his habits. Did he spend his evenings at home with his wife? Did he leave his office for lunch? Stop at a bar before going home? Coop would be tailing him while I chatted up the people he worked with, if possible, and his neighbors. Not overtly and, obviously not looking at all like myself. I wasn’t stupid.

“Be careful,” Coop said, gripping my arm.

“Always. I’d rather not spend the rest of my life in a prison cell because I blew something.”

“I’d rather you didn’t either. It could a real kibosh on my plans.” He released his hold, winked, and strolled away.

“That wouldn’t be good for either of us,” I replied softly as I walked the last block to the hotel.

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