New Spy Novels & Stories

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

Then my mind went back to the glasses. “Are those some kind of spy glasses?” I pointed at them. “You were able to tell my mood with them.” He laughed. “My latest invention,” he said. “Still a prototype. Only one exists in the world right now. It was delivered a few minutes ago—from my company.” I blinked. “You’re serious?” “They were originally designed for introverts like me,” he continued, “to help read emotional data without… talking too much.” His mouth tilted. “But now security organizations are requesting it.”

“About John’s alert, the system probing. I’ve kept them safe from things like that for years. Hidden them when I had to. I’ll keep doing it. I’m not going anywhere.” Sebastian nodded. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “I’ve built one of the best teams anywhere watching our side, but having you here makes us stronger.” In the quiet waiting area, Nathaniel’s laptop glowed as code scrolled rapidly. His handle pulsed: SPYKE. A soft chime echoed through his earbuds: CONNECTION ESTABLISHED. Nathaniel’s fingers moved faster, encrypted streams. From a distance he looked like a boy lost in a game but the code was anything but play.

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”