Ablaze ~ I was getting sick of the body armor; it reminded me too much of Navy fatigues, though it also gave me the same sense of power. I felt even more powerful surrounded by big guys I knew, dressed just like me, ready to kick ass together. One last time, I told myself. And … More Spitfire Chapter 20
Second Degree ~ “Speak of the devil,” I said as we backed toward our exit. Clutching the laptop to his chest, James said, “Can it. They don’t know we’re here yet.” The doorknob shook. Another voice, right on the other side of the door, said, “Unlock it.” I made out the sound of keys fumbling, … More Spitfire Chapter 19
Fire and Rain ~ My car drifted through traffic, barely faster than the others around me. I was in no hurry. I didn’t really want to see him anyway. It was August 13th, exactly a month after my birthday, and I hadn’t even noticed until the day after. I told myself it was just one … More Spitfire Chapter 18
I Want to Hold Your Hand ~ Dick’s new hideout was below an apartment building, less of a basement and more of a bunker. As I climbed out of my car, I slipped into my suit jacket and marched up to the shabby brick building ahead. This had been a nice place once before drug … More Spitfire Chapter 17
Field of Flames ~ Much as I loved the heat, today I was sweating miserably in my body armor, packed into a van with several equally sweaty grunts. The prospect of encountering more police sent a chill down my spine, but a cold sweat was no better than a hot one. At least it was … More Spitfire Chapter 12
Wildfire ~ My trench coat was clinging to my middle—belted too tight, though I had no room to adjust it—and my boots were new and still stiff. My helmet was too large, and my breath hissed through the mask. I held a rifle in my hands for the first in a long time, some Heckler … More Spitfire Chapter 7
Overheating ~ I started carrying the gun around a lot more. When I got out of the shower, I had it in the pocket of my robe. When I slept, it was hidden under the covers. On the second day afterward, someone knocked on my apartment door, someone with the wrong address. I had the … More Spitfire Chapter 5
It Can’t Be Love ~ “You wanna tell me that again?” Dick said. I stared down at my boss, trying not to blink. Instead of a desk, Dick was seated on the bed of his hotel room, but our casual setting did nothing to calm either of us. “Let me rephrase that,” Dick said. “Tell … More Spitfire Chapter 4
Love at First Sight ~ Earlier I hopped off the bus and trudged through the cold drizzle toward my apartment, gloved hands stuffed into my pockets. And there he was again—the man on the bus had followed me, matching my steps like he was my shadow. I sighted him in the side mirror of a … More Spitfire Chapter 2
