Morphine

SIX DAYS AGO in Claire Eastwood's Memory…

It was a simple hit and it was meant to go without a hitch. Besides, she was in love with the guy so doing the job would be easy peasy.

Infiltrate the group, seduce Jeremy, win his trust, or at least get close enough to learn a few details Specific deets then relay the information and voila, the job is done! but nothing ever goes as planned in the spy business, does it?

Claire was on a call with her blackmailer but she liked to think of him as her version of horrible bosses. In a way, it lessened the trauma of everything she was put through in those dark days.

“Through the crazy encounter at Jeremy's house that started from a normal case of kissing the wrong guy— by the way, Knight might be a silent wall of muscle but damn! he could turn a nun into a screaming hussy, drunk or not…” Claire grabbed the baby wipes and began removing the smeared makeup on her face.

“Anyway, the redheaded bitch storms into the room and starts hitting me and— an