The Spy Coast (The Martini Club, #1)

by Tess Gerritsen

Jo Thibodeau will keep digging and digging, and even though she’ll never learn the truth about me, she’s going to be a perennial pain in my ass.

I wonder if Ben and Declan are also feeling old injuries throb back to the surface; even so, they would never admit it. We’re three old soldiers, refusing to admit our gears are starting to rust.

did not know that a meeting had been called this evening, but apparently, Declan sent out the Bat-Signal and here we are, five old spies with five lifetimes’ worth of experience. Retired does not mean useless. Everyone here has brought their individual tricks of

Once I had to don a disguise to disappear; now it takes no effort at all, because I really am invisible.

There’s nothing so sad as three old spies trying to prove they still have what it takes.