Full Battle Rattle

I REQUIRE INTENSE SUPERVISION.

That’s what they say about me. In fact, it became my nickname—IRIS.

Yes, I like to blow stuff up.

Yes, it’s more exciting than dismantling a bomb.

Is it my fault I have a thirst for exhilarating work?

So, I went on this job that was less than thrilling.

My team was supposed to solve a series of murders, but that’s not really my thing.

And the worst part was keeping an eye on this woman.

Jane Layne. Shayla Jacque. Detective Jane Blackthorne… Blackwood?

Who has that many names?

As a mystery writer with a flare for the dramatic, she’s determined to solve the murder cases based on her very own books.

She’s smart as a whip and entertaining to be around. But there’s one thing I can’t stand.

Her fascination with her neighbor.

Alexander Pierce.

He’s a smarmy lawyer who has her wrapped around his little finger.

And I bet that’s larger than what he boasts down below.

Between the backhanded compliments and those pretentious suits, I’m not sure what she sees in him.

And don’t get me started on her informant. Tall, suave…a version of me, if I’m being honest.

All these men falling at her feet, and where do I fit into the equation?

Why am I not in her books? Granted, she just met me, but that’s beside the point.

If I want to be the main character in her life, I have to stop playing the supporting friend.

I just hope she doesn’t blow us up first.