Agent Coyote

Chapter 2

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It's been a little over a month since I went undercover, and it's been boring as hell. Someone sent Vexx some information about where Eric's men tend to be, and whoever relayed the info was correct. I'm thinking Vexx has someone else on the inside who he's not telling me about.

Every other week a few of Eric's men show up at a small corner coffee shop, sit down, meet up with a couple of other guys, pass around a few papers here and there, and then they leave. I'm not sure exactly what they are doing or talking about. It could be anything, but my best guess is that it has to do with any incoming shipments.

Eric hasn't shown up to any of the meetings, but Vexx's other source told him that Eric only shows up to a few of the meetings. So now here I am, waiting in the small coffee shop trying to write a novel because that's supposed to be my new job.

I haven't really worked out how I'm going to get Eric to recognize me when he does show up, Vexx said it wouldn't be too hard, but I beg to differ with him. Eric and I barely talked, maybe once or twice in high school; him even knowing who I was then, would have been a miracle.

I figured if he does see me and recognizes me, I'd play dumb then be all, 'oh yea, totally,' but that's if he ever shows up.

It's either that or I'm going to have to make some big show of falling down in front of him in hopes he helps me.

Vexx encouraged me to play the whole damsel angle, that way, it makes me seem more approachable and trustworthy. One problem, though, is I hate the damsel angle. It's so demeaning.

Other than my boring life as a 'writer' who spends almost all her time in the same coffee shop, my home life isn't too bad.

D set me up with a lovely two-bedroom apartment about two blocks away from the coffee shop, so it's convenient and not too suspicious. He also had the amazing idea of getting me a cat, dog, and fish. I'm really thinking about killing him.

He got me a Russian blue cat, whom he named Rock. A Border Collie whom he named Ryder, and a Wave tail goldfish that he named Mel.

I guess I don't mind the company, but I know I'm going to end up bonding with them and when I finish this job and have to say goodbye, I don't know what I'm going to do with them because I am out of the house so often for an assignment.

Vexx said he'd get in touch with me after I made my first contact with Eric and that he would make himself a fake identity as well as my publicist. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do exactly after Eric and I become closer if we even get that far. Vexx seems pretty confident in his plan, me not so much.

Like on cue, the small bell at the top of the coffee shop door rings, and a few Eric's men all pile into one of the corner booths. Though this time, something's different. Usually, they are dressed pretty casually when they come, but today they look a little nicer, and there seems to be one extra guy with them.

The last guy to sit down, who is also the new addition to the group, is wearing a dark pair of sunglasses and appears to be the one dressed the nicest. He's radiating power, and I seem to not be the only one who's noticed, all he has to do is look over to the counter, and I and all the baristas start preparing the group's coffee.

At first glance, I didn't recognize him. He's completely different, definitely more of a man. The last time I saw Eric, he had significant influence and a little bit of that high school jock type of power, but not like this. Nothing like this. Now his presence screams danger, power, influence, money, fearlessness...and the list goes on.