LIZZIE AND DONNY STOOD in the living room staring at each other.
“You hungry? I can make us something,” he offered.
“Sounds good. Let’s go see what the CIA considers ‘fully stocked’,” she grinned.
“Wait. How do you know they’re not FBI?”
“Well, didn’t you have a guy standing right outside your door the last time you had to do this?”
“Yeah, I did, come to think of it,” Donny realized.
“There you go. I’ve always heard the CIA guys are more... camouflaged in their approach to things.”
His eyes crinkled with humor as he whispered loudly, “Wonder if this place is bugged.”
Lizzie laughed.
He moved to the kitchen and checked the contents of the fridge. “Lots of sandwich stuff. You want something hot, or keep it simple?”
“Really shouldn’t be eating at all, since it’s after midnight,” she
