Felix glanced around the small motel room, clutching the blindfold in her fist. Based on the room's sparse appearance, Donovan had removed everything that might give her a clue where she had landed, and the painted bowls of fruit on the wall appeared to be the work of an eleven-year-old, which didn't strike her as the decorative scheme for a Holiday Inn. Was the motel family owned? She hadn't been subjected to climbing stairs blindfolded, which probably meant there were no floors higher. Certainly, Donovan wouldn't have given her easy access to the street if he could help it. Despite her lack of clues, she had enough to share with the feds. The trick would be relaying information without triggering Jordy's radar.
Stiff-jawed and red-eyed, Jordy stared at the laptops, which had not been opened. It was clear he was dreading the next twelve hours. He also appeared to be in desperate need of sleep. Felix took a seat next to him.
"You look tired, Jordy. Why don't you take a nap? I promise not to run away."
He snorted and sat up straighter in his chair. "I'm not tired."
"I noticed Donovan didn't toss the coffee maker out of the room. I'll make us some coffee before we get started."
Felix walked to the bathroom counter where the coffee maker sat plugged into the wall. She sifted through the packets just in case Donovan had missed a clue, talking aloud to herself.
"Hmm, Folgers. I would have preferred Starbucks, but at least it's not generic. A no-frills, family-owned motel like this isn't going to be worried about brand. Hey, Jordy. I'm going to change my tampon. That okay with you?"
"I don't need the commentary."
Felix smirked as she shut the bathroom door. Jordy had always been an easy target for her taunts, although she didn't know why she felt so cocky. She knew what Donovan's idea of her future looked like. Death by bullet, most likely delivered by Jordy. At least she had the next twelve hours to work with, more if Jordy proved to be a failed project.
Unfortunately, the bathroom had been picked clean of clues, including the shampoo, although Donovan was kind enough to leave the towels, which looked more like dishcloths. She flushed the toilet to give the impression she had done what she came to do, and Jordy lifted his head from the table when she walked out. He attempted to look revitalized as he pointed to the laptops.
"Power these up, will ya? I want to get started."
"Sure, sure, but I wanted to talk for a minute first." She sat down and offered him a friendly smile. Her first line of defense was to remind him of their two year friendship.
"Talk about what? Why do we need to talk?" He folded his arms across his chest, as if to protect himself from her lethal words.
"I need to know how much education you've had so I'm not using terms that will confuse you."
"I'm not an idiot! I graduated high school."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Any college?"
"What did you do for work before you signed on with Donovan?"
His arms tightened and so did his lips. "I worked for animal control in Chicago, picking up carcasses and strays."
Felix nodded. Picking up dead animals was right up his alley. "Did you like that job?"
He shrugged. "It was a job."
"Were you living at home when you worked for animal control?"
"What does that have to do with my education?"
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Inked and DangerousRomance
Felicity Taylor has a beautiful mind and a future with promise, until something happens to blow it all to hell. How does she respond? She gets inked, buys a Harley, and teams up with a bunch of crooks, not necessarily in that order. Ryan Clark is a...