“Welcome to the world of being a double agent, Poe. It’s complicated.” He winked at me and took out his phone.
“Yes, at our usual drop location,” he said to the person on the other end, then ended the call.
“Ready for your first dead drop?” Boone whispered in my ear as we left the store.
“Um, sure,” I said as I whispered back to him before kissing his cheek. “What are we dropping?”
“Nothing,” he said quietly. “But Ivan knows the drill.”
A few minutes later, we walked through a lovely park and sat—sort of stereotypically, I thought—on a park bench. When we got up a few minutes later, Boone left behind a napkin, a piece of trash really, and we walked across the park to yet another café, where we took a seat, ordered coffee and baklava, and kept a discrete eye out for Ivan.
He was right
