Make Me a Deal

As a spy, I spent three years undercover in the Golden Triangle — and finally, the extraction signal came from my handler and boyfriend. Five minutes. That's all it would take for us to go home together.

Then his voice cut through my earpiece, cold as ice: "Plan B. I have to go save 'Nightingale' — she's been compromised. She's my ex-girlfriend."

"Stay under. Your cover's still intact. You're safe."

I snapped the earpiece in two, walked over to the drug lord I'd just hog-tied, and spoke to him in a language he'd understand. "Let's make a deal. I'll take out your competition."