Shadows Amongst Light (The Spy Who Loves Me) Read Free

me I’d already slipped up by letting him force me into reveal my cover. I was out here in this deserted alley alone without backup. I was vulnerable and I wasn’t thinking clearly. I needed to find out what this person was up to and if in fact he had friends close by.
                  He had barely gotten through the door when I’d surprised him. He was only half facing me in the darkness. I dropped my purse and took a step closer, doing a quick but thorough pat down. He was carrying a Glock. Standard weapon of choice for most government agents. Who was this guy?
                  I tucked his weapon behind my back in my waistband of my slacks and walked around him so that the only light, a stark exterior bulb would be shining directly into his eyes while I remained in the shadows. I could now make out his features more clearly.              
                  “Start talking,” I told him, hoping that he wasn’t picking up on all my uncertainty. For the first time that I could remember since joining The Organization, I found myself unnerved by someone.
                  Lesson number one when it came to fighting terror, was to never, ever show the enemy any emotion. Certain never let him see you hesitate.
                  This had to be some sort of sign or something. It was definitely time to move on. Not only was I a danger to my child, and myself but I was becoming a danger to everyone within the Bureau. I was hesitating. Second-guessing myself. If word were to get out about this as well as how sloppy I’d gotten lately, then I’d have to be dealt with. Oh, not taken out in the literal sense but ‘dealt with’. And the person doing the dealing would be Noah. A hard position for any human to be faced with. .
                  I tried to focus on what I was supposed to be doing here. I needed to deal with the problem in front of me not let my mind wander off on yet another tangent. I glanced around the alley for a means of escape in case this guy figured out what a phony I was. It hit me then that he was smiling, actually smiling at me. My enemy was finding my slightly unorganized way of handling things somewhat funny.
                  I just caught the sound of his laughter over the noise of the club. It was just a little too confidant in a strange attractive kind of way. I found myself committing yet another no-no. Never, ever see your enemy as a human.
                  “What would you like me to talk about?” he asked in a slightly accented voice that was equally as alluring as his laughter.
                  “Cut the comic routine. Who are you and why are you following me?” I told him trying not to react to all that charm that he literally oozed. I did find myself wondering how someone like him had come to be what my second sense was telling me he was. The enemy.
                  “What makes you think I was following you? I could be just another guy out for a good time or maybe I just wanted to meet you? After all, you are a very attractive woman.”
                  “Uh huh. Sorry, but I’m not buying it. So let’s try again shall we? Who are you and why are you following me?” I asked again while I took in all the details of his tall, slightly yuppie good looks.
                  He definitely did not fit the part of bad guy. If I were to have met him on the street under different circumstances, I would have figured that he was just your normal well-to-do success story.
                  From the cut of his gray suit right down to the four hundred dollar pair of shoes, he exuded success. There was no way anyone would ever mistake him for evil. But then, that was probably the whole purpose behind his polished cover. You’d never know what hit you until it was too late.
                  It was in this uncertain state of mind that he