Free Rogue Ghost (CIA Ghost Series Book 1) by Mike Ryan Page B

most of which I really can’t talk about.”
    “CIA stuff…I get it.”
    “No. Personal, girl stuff,” she smiled.
    “Oh. I see.”
    As much as she liked being around Turner, Parker knew they would have to get some rest soon so they could focus on finding Davis tomorrow.
    “It’s been a long day. Probably will be another long one tomorrow. We should probably get to bed.”
    “Umm,” Turner said, tilting his head, waiting for clarification. “Oh, you mean separately. Right? Of course you do. Why wouldn’t you? I’ll let myself out.”
    Parker smiled, thinking he was funny. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she told him.
    A second later, Turner came back in without knocking.
    “You know I was thinking that being by myself is a bit scary right now….you know with the whole killing thing,” he explained. “If you’re really gonna protect me you probably shouldn’t let me out of your sight.”
    Parker let out a smirk and tilted her head, appreciating his tenacity and humor.
    “You know with the whole bed thing,” he said to no response. “Not buying it, huh?” he asked, with Parker shaking her head.
    “OK. I’ll just let myself out again.”
    His humor was one of the things that Parker found appealing about him. For a moment, she wished she wasn’t a CIA agent and could just do and say what she wanted. But she quickly realized that the only reason she was there in the first place was because of who she was.

 
     
     
Chapter 5
     
     
    Turner woke up in the middle of the night, sitting up and holding his chest, still haunted by the nightmare he just had. He rubbed his hand over his chest and stomach to make sure everything was still intact. He dreamt he was in his apartment and talking to Cole, who suddenly pulled out a gun and shot him three times in the chest. He laid down again though he stayed awake for half an hour, unable to go back to sleep. Once Turner did go back to sleep, he awoke only an hour later, another nightmare causing him to wake up sweating. This one had Parker telling him to trust her and as soon as he turned his back on her, a couple bullets shattered his insides as he fell over in a pool of blood.
    “I think it’s time to get up now,” he said to himself. “Not having any more of that tonight.”
    Turner’s eyes widened as he looked at the clock, noting it was only four. He yawned as he walked out to the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal. After he finished he just sat there, wondering what else to do so early in the morning. He decided to waste some time by going on Facebook. He didn’t really feel like typing and basically just kept clicking on things that looked interesting. After a while, he stumbled on a picture from someone he didn’t know, who apparently was at The Fonda Theatre the previous night as well. He browsed through the photos since he didn’t really get to see much of the show. He browsed through pictures from other people who also went to the show and eventually clicked on one that made him pause and look at it more closely than the others. It was a picture of two good looking women posing for a photo but it was what was behind them that made Turner stare. Walking past them at the same time the picture was taken was the man he’d made the drop with. Turner was so excited that he thought he’d made an important discovery. He printed out the picture to take it to Parker and started walking toward the door when he stopped, remembering it was still early.
    “I wonder what time CIA agents get up,” he said.
    He thought about just going over to one of them and knocking on the door but then remembered the nightmares he had. What if he knocked on one of their door’s while they were still sleeping and it startled them, causing them to wake up firing their gun?
    “Maybe I can wait a couple hours,” he said, going back to the computer.
    Turner looked through more photos and came across one more of the man, exiting the theatre. He printed that one too. He looked