Excerpt

The next day, I slept in late. Then, I spent most of the day working out in the gym and in the simulator. I didn’t see Carter the whole day, but later that night, he met me at my door. A thrill ran through me as I opened my dorm room door. He was sexy as hell in blue jeans, a black shirt, and black leather boots.

Taking in his attire, I suddenly felt underdressed, although I was dress similarly in black jeans, a blue dress shirt, and black boots. I stepped out and gently closed the door behind me, feeling rested from my afternoon of sleeping in and working out.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded and followed him down the three flights to the garage. When we reached the Mazda RX 7, he open the passenger side door for me.

“Thanks,” I said, glad that he thought chivalry was still in.

When he closed the door behind me, it suddenly felt more like a date than a killing mission. He smiled at me as he slid into the driver’s seat and fired it up.

Suddenly, the computer on the dashboard came to life. “That is so cool.”

Carter smiled. “It’s an embedded computer that can give us directions, pull up files, and redirect us to crime scenes.” He backed the car up and then headed down the ramp. A moment later, we were out of the parking garage, roaring into the darkness of the night. “The computer also has options like cloaking, and grenade launchers. It’ll even drop spikes to pop the tires of cars following behind, and it can go up to two hundred miles per hour.”

“Wow … I love that!” I said, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Are all of the cars at the Agency like this one?”

He smiled. “Yes, they are, but this car’s the best. Now, take out the file from under the seat and speak the address clearly to the car. The tracker activates on voice command.”

I reached under the seat as he had instructed and pulled out the file. I opened it and found out that her name was Sandra Stewart, age 23, code name Candy. It was her stripper name. Go figure. She dances on the pole for a living and kills men in her spare time. It said in her file that Sandra’s father had cheated on her mother with a stripper. It was no wonder that she hunted only men.

We had to stop her from killing more.