I Spy With My Little Eye

Chapter 8

Eli:

“Eli!!!!!” a flurry of dark hair came shooting my way when d**k opened the door. Naturally I braced myself for the worst already knowing who it was the moment I walked out of Grace’s room and d**k had mouthed her name as a warning. I never could fully trust her, but after last assignment I half expected her to slip a knife between my shoulder blades as she pulled me into an overly enthusiastic hug.

“Oh my gosh I missed you!” she squealed into my ear. I stayed tense trying to make as little contact as possible.

“Yeah sure.” I said sarcastically grasping her shoulders and pushing her away from me. She stumbled a little bit and pouted up at me.

“You didn’t miss me?” she asked sadly.

I shook my head, “It’s kinda hard to miss someone when they left you for dead.” I said running my hand through my hair. Ugh I needed a shower. If I didn’t think she would follow me into the bathroom I would go take one.

“I’m going to um… tell Gracie she can come out now.” d**k said shuffling over to Grace’s door, “you two catch up.” I growled as he walked quickly into Grace’s room and left me alone with the she devil.

“Come to try to suck out my soul again?” I asked moving away from her and back to the table where I gathered up my plate and took it to the sink.

“Oh, Eli don’t be so mellow dramatic!” she said following me, “You know I’m here to help baby sit.”

“Yeah last time you helped I got shot.” I said with a bitter laugh, “come to think of it, every time you help, I get shot!”

“Well if you weren’t so accident prone, babe.” she smiled and slid her hand across my chest, “How long has it been sense you slept hum?” she cooed in my ear. I brushed her off. Did I really look that crappy?

“Yesterday actually.” I slammed my plate into the dishwasher.

“what about at night?” She asked slinking up behind me and grapping her arms around my waist. She was reminding me of a leach.

“No.” I said gruffly running a hand through my hair.

“I can fix that,” she whispered, “If you let me. Just forget about what happened last time.”

“You!” I yelled then looked around and lowered my voice, “You shot me.”

She shrugged and stepped away from me and over to the couch, “Just business babe. You really shouldn’t take things so seriously.”

“Like the fact that you’ll kill anyone as long as you get paid enough?” I asked in disbelief, “What’s to say you won’t shoot me again?”

“As long as Mr. Mitchell is my highest paying benefactor, we’ll be just fine.” she smiled at me.

“It might not stay that way.” I pointed out slightly annoyed that they didn’t kill her.

“Which means you’ll have to keep an eye on me.” she smiled and lowered her eyelashes seductively, “all the time.” she whispered. I made a gagging noise as Grace and d**k came out into the living room.

“Hi,” Grace gave a small wave and shuffled back a little so d**k was standing in front of her, “I’m Gracie.”

“Well aren’t you just adorable! I’m Amber.” Amber smiled at Grace, her southern roots coming back ever so slightly as she talked. He accent came back when she didn’t like someone. I moved almost defensively toward d**k and Grace but stopped when d**k shook his head.

Dick hated Amber almost as much as I did. After what happened last time, he went out to find her, knowing it had been her fault I was hurt even though I hadn’t told anyone that she was the one who shot me. d**k may be a d**k 90% of the time but when it came down to it, he was as loyal as a golden retriever. Amber and I used to go out. I was, and I hate to admit it, the kind of guy who got attached to the girls I was dating. Not that I had dated many. Mostly just Amber. Of course, Amber was a backstabbing spawn of Satan and I was an i***t for ever having gotten involved with that.

She was a freelance agent. She did whatever job, no matter how dirty, as long as she was being paid a high enough price. Before the last assignment she had never been paid higher than what Mr. Mitchell paid her. Apparently, someone really wanted me dead. Or wanted my mission to turn into a frailer. Why Mr. Mitchell had hired her for this job I had no idea, she obviously couldn’t be trusted with something as delicate as making sure Grace didn’t die.

“It’s… nice to meet you.” Grace stuttered making Amber smile even more. d**k flinched a little as she stepped closer. I really wish we were wearing crucifixes and had vials of holy water right about now. I would have to remind myself to invest in such objects.

“No, it’s not nice to meet her.” d**k hissed. Amber’s face turned cold and she turned away from them.

“Anyway,” She said her voice literally causing ice to form on the windows, “I brought information, on who might be after miss princess.” She dropped the package on the table and walked past me, her fingers brushing along my stomach. I resisted the urge to bite her. I didn’t want demon blood in my mouth. “I’ll be back with more information when I can.”

Dick and I looked at each other confused, “You’re leaving?’ He asked jamming his hands in his pockets, “without eating one of us?”

Amber smirked a little bit, “I’ll be back by later, have no fear, I might even stay the night.” she reached the door and opened it. When she left there was an audible sigh.

Dick and I rushed to the folder to start digging out the information we might need. Mr. Mitchell has had us kill mob bosses, leaders of cult societies in foreign countries, Rebel militias, Drug lords, any bad guy you can think of, he’s had killed. He had intense connections with the government so none of us had a record or anything, but we probably wouldn’t be successful at quitting without going to jail. Or being blackmailed. Anyway, my point was, any number of people could be after Grace to get at her dad. Everyone knew about Grace. After her mom died Grace’s existence was ten times more amplified because her and her dad were so close.

“Do you think I could call my dad and get her taken off this assignment?” Grace asked causing both d**k and I to look up. “Cause I really don’t like her.”