CHAPTER 25
NOW THAT I officially worked at Blackwood, I spent less time learning new skills and more time consolidating existing ones. Yes, I still had to keep ridiculously fit, but it was no longer a chore. Thanks to Black and Alex, I could tackle tasks that had seemed impossible just a few short months ago with ease.
And I was onto my fourth language—Spanish—when Black asked me if I fancied spending a month in Mexico. Tanning and tequila? Too damn right I did.
“Sure, I’d love to. I can inflict my terrible linguistic skills on the locals. Uh, what do you need me to do? Break into somewhere? Follow someone?”
“Not exactly. It’s more of an undercover job.” When he said that, I didn’t realise he meant it literally. “We’re lending you to the CIA, and they owe a favour to the DEA, who heard
