The Cobra Read Free

later over a cup of coffee at the station.
    Lana shook her head. "I thought I was getting the Cobra, or I would never have blown my cover."
    "Sorry," Blake said.
    "Oh, it's not your fault. There's never been any good communication between our agency and the local police." She shrugged. "Anyway, I guess I'm glad to be out of it." She looked at him with her clear blue eyes. "And I'm awfully glad you weren't the Cobra. I liked you. Right away, I liked you. It made me sick to think you were a killer."
    Blake felt the warmth of a blush spread over his face. "Hey," he said. "You never did get to eat supper. Hungry?"
    "You bet."
    "How about Bestburgers?" he asked.
    "I can't stand their food," Lana said, grinning. "I only ate there because my field contact works the counter."
    "Well, you name the place, then," he said. "It's the company that's most important, anyway," he said, smiling.