Seatbelt fastened, luggage stowed – just enough for the trekking holiday that had impressed everyone.
Back at headquarters it would be business as usual for her colleagues. She chuckled, then got a grip. Don’t draw attention. A lifetime of undercover policing had taught Monica how to blend in, even disappear altogether when necessary.
The Erikson case had ended her career – a million in cash and jewellery vanished, and the culprit dead without telling.
Retirement! How would she cope? They’d all wondered.
“Quietly and competently, as usual,” she’d assured them.
Three stopovers for withdrawals, then Monica would disappear again. Thank you Mr Erikson.
Thanks once again to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Each week writers post 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt selected by Rochelle. This is my contribution this week. You can find all the stories here.