Find Me, Por Favor

The boy who carries your messages has a bullet in his head, no time to intervene. Try to find me at the cafe on our anniversary. Unforgettable, si? You had the badge but I had the bigger weapon. Nothing has every made sense again. Relocating, as always, is tedious but I can’t stop running and you can’t stop chasing. Can we even wish for a day when we will fight on the same team?
Ti amo

“Still reading her old letters?”

“Yes. Dad, when did Mom join the agency?”

“The day you were born.”

“I wish I had known her.”

Have a seat and join us at Friday Fictioneers. Our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff, will give you 100 words to create your own spy novel. This is a sequel for La Señora. You can read about that night here.