Gracie - Sherry Foster Page 0,8
you find it? When?”
“It was sitting as innocently as you please on the door jam, above the door, the back door.” He clarified.
Hendrix lifted a hand toward the box. All the operatives knew what those boxes were mean to contain. “A drone, someone watching us, someone at our back while we stood at our door. I fucking hate technology. You saw it after I left I assume.”
Jeffery gave a nod. “I listened until the night returned to the sounds I equate to normal then I turned to enter the house. So, yes, whoever holds the feed to that drone holds your secret. Even now they could be moving against the house.”
With a few muttered curses Hendrix leapt for his bedroom. Moments later he was back, dressed, with a small bag in his hand. Where he had hidden the bag Jeffery didn’t know, nor did he care. Snatching up the box with the drone and the small remote resting beside it he headed for the door Hendrix, after flipping the light off followed him.
The two paused at the door. “I would have sensed them if they were around when I returned. I am almost confident you took care to load our things in the jeep so I think, for the moment, we are as safe as we can be unless they have done something to the jeep. I will do what I can to smell for any explosives they might have rigged but unless they did something while I was gone and you failed to catch them, we should be safe to leave.” Hendrix whispered as Jeffery opened the door.
As the pair pulled away from the house with Hendrix driving, Jeffery flipped the clear cover up on the remote. Using his thumb he depressed the small red button. An explosion ripped the night as the house behind them was engulfed in flames.
Two miles away the tremors from the explosion briefly lifted Gracie from sleep. Halo, in his room across the hall, never budged from his drunken stupor.
Chapter Five
“Two weeks.” She wailed “It has been two weeks.”
“Yeah, I know. I know, you know, I am sure he knows. Hell, if you keep this up the whole world will know.”
“How in the hell do you end something via text? What kind of man ends a relationship through a text message?” Gracie demanded.
Halo shrugged his shoulders. “Beats me. Maybe he wasn’t as good a man as we thought. Hell, maybe you were terrible in bed and he couldn’t stand to try again. Maybe something is going on that he can’t talk to you about. Think about it, two weeks ago, with no warning, he changed partners. Now in all the time we have known him he has never changed partners. Didn’t he say he had Kelvin trained to be the perfect partner? So either something has happened he can’t talk about or, well, you could be just bad in bed.”
“I will shoot you and swear it was enemy fire.”
Halo threw his hands up as his eyes widened in surprise. “Whoa, girl, put the gun down. Try to remember who your friends are here. No guy is worth killing over.”
“You would not say that if you had been the one in his arms.”
“No, I am almost certain I wouldn’t kill you for a man. Even a man who looks as delicious as Hendrix. Girlfriend, give it a rest, you read the text. Maybe, just maybe, it isn’t you. We know he isn’t seeing anyone else, not the way you watch him with those drones. One of these days he is going to figure out you been spying on him and then both our heads will be in a noose.”
“Don’t be silly, you know I would toss you under that bus in a heartbeat.” Gracie laughed and lowered the gun.
As her partner and best friend’s eye brows climbed upwards her throaty laughter filled the room.
“Damn, Gracie, you would throw me under the bus for something you did? Again, I thought we were friends.”
“Oh, we are, but it was your idea for me to watch him with drones. I was going to walk away and never give the man another thought, but no, you insisted we figure out what happened.”
“You were moping around here like someone shot your dog. Of course I wanted to find out why my best friend isn’t good enough for the man. I’m telling you girlfriend, something is wrong with him. Has to be. Why else would he walk away?”
“I don’t know. I