My Undercover Wife

The day my wife Ginnifer—the legendary undercover cop—vowed to quit, she promised a new start at a country safe house. I believed our seven years of fear were finally over.
But the remote ranch was an ambush. Vengeance struck brutally: my parents beaten to death, my five-year-old daughter struck with a shovel as she cried for her mother. We were thrown into a pit and buried alive.
In the suffocating dark, with my dying phone, I called her. She was at a gala, celebrated as a hero beside the cartel kingpin’s son—the man she’d turned.
“You used us as bait,” I choked out.
Her voice was cold. “So what if I did? Alex’s father was a monster. Protecting him is my duty.” A champagne flute clinked. “You knew the risks. Now lie low—I have a celebration to return to.”

1
The line went dead. The last of the air was crushed from my lungs, and the darkness consumed me.
I don’t know how long I was gone. When consciousness returned, I was a weightless, transparent specter, a ghost adrift on the currents of memory.
I floated back to the home Ginnifer and I had shared. I saw her pulling up to the house, helping Alex out of the passenger side of her car.
His arm was wrapped in a crisp white bandage. “Ginnifer,” he murmured, his voice a low thrum of feigned pain. “It hurts so much. Do you think it’ll heal properly? How will I be able to help you with your files… or go on missions with you?”
Ginnifer squeezed his hand, her voice softer and more tender than I had ever heard it. “Don’t worry. It’s just a scratch. You just focus on resting. I’ll have Leo take care of you when he gets back. He’s good at that sort of thing.”
I hovered in the entryway, watching as she knelt and slipped my house slippers onto Alex’s feet.
A hollow ache emanated from where my heart used to be. This was our home. The home we’d built over seven years of a fractured, dangerous marriage. And now, she’d brought the son of my family’s murderer into it, intending for me to serve him like a butler.
In the living room, she settled Alex on the sofa and went straight to my study. She pulled a debit card from my desk drawer and pressed it into his hand.
“Leo’s been messing around with some online shop. Made a little money,” she said dismissively. “It’s not much, but take it. Buy yourself something nice.”
Alex made a show of refusing. “I can’t, Ginnifer. This is Leo’s money.”
Ginnifer’s brow furrowed with impatience. “What’s his is mine. Hell, he’s mine. What’s the big deal?”
She forced the card into his hand, then picked up her phone, muttering in frustration. “I’ve called him a thousand times. Is he dead, or did he run off with someone?” She sighed dramatically. “I swear, what’s the point of having a husband? The second my gala is over, I have to come home and play nurse, and there isn’t even a hot meal waiting for me.”
Alex let out a low, magnetic chuckle. “Don’t be mad at him, Ginnifer. He’s probably just sulking. You know, because you chose to protect me instead of going to his little ranch getaway.”
The anger in Ginnifer’s face melted away. She sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re too kind, Alex. He’s not sulking. He’s being a child. When he gets back, I’m making him shut down that stupid online store and stay home to take care of you full-time.”
She dialed my number again. The call went straight to voicemail.
Her expression darkened. “So he’s hiding from me. Fine. Two can play at that game.”
She found the number for my daughter’s preschool director and barked into the phone the second it was answered. “Put Daisy on the phone. Now.”
The teacher’s polite, confused voice came through the speaker. “Mrs. Reed? I think you might be mistaken. Daisy hasn’t been to school in over two weeks. We couldn’t get in touch with Mr. Sterling, so we just assumed you’d all gone on vacation.”
Ginnifer froze. “Two weeks?”
“Yes. We haven’t seen her since the fifteenth of last month.”
Ginnifer hung up, her face pale. The fifteenth. The day before she told me about the ranch.
Alex wrapped his arms around her, his tone deceptively casual. “See, Ginnifer? Don’t worry. Leo’s just hiding her to get back at you. He knows how much you adore Daisy. He’s using your own daughter to make you beg.”
The flicker of fear in Ginnifer’s eyes was instantly consumed by rage. “That useless bastard. He wouldn’t dare.”
She found my best friend Mark’s number and lit into him the moment he picked up. “You tell Leo he has one hour to get his ass back here! If he doesn’t, I’ll find Daisy a new father so fast he’ll never see his daughter again for the rest of his life!”
I trembled with a fury so immense it felt like it could tear my ghostly form apart. She was using our daughter to threaten me. Our Daisy. Her own flesh and blood. Daisy, who had cried for her mommy with her last breath. Daisy, who was so proud that her mother was a police officer, only to be left to die in a cold, dark pit.
This monster wasn't fit to be a mother. She wasn't fit to be human.
Mark’s voice exploded through the phone. “Are you out of your goddamn mind, Ginnifer?! Leo, Daisy, and his parents have been missing for over two weeks! We’ve been searching everywhere! How could you say something like that?!”
Ginnifer just scoffed. “Don’t play these stupid games with me. If he’s not here in one hour, he can expect divorce papers.”
She slammed the phone down, then turned to Alex, her voice instantly sweetening. “Come on. I’ll take you out for a real meal. I cancelled the after-party. Your health is more important.”
Alex grinned, pulling her closer. “I knew you cared about me most, Ginnifer.”
Watching them leave together, an unbearable tightness seized my chest. It wasn’t that she was too busy with work to come home. It was that I was never the one worth coming home for.
No need for divorce papers, Ginnifer.
You’ve been free for two weeks already.

2
Ginnifer and Alex settled into a private booth at an upscale steakhouse. As they sat down, her phone buzzed. Her eyes lit up, thinking it was me. The light died just as quickly when she saw the caller ID.
She answered with an annoyed sigh. It was a rookie from her precinct, his voice frantic. “Captain Reed! We’ve got a scene out at the old dumping grounds west of the city. Four unidentified bodies in a shallow grave. One adult male, two older adults, one child. ME estimates time of death at least two weeks ago…”
Ginnifer’s hand, holding a steak knife, paused mid-air. Her expression grew serious. “What are the details?”
“They were buried, Captain. Decomposition is advanced, making visual ID impossible. The ME’s preliminary report says the victims were subjected to extreme violence before death. Multiple comminuted fractures on all three adults. The child… God, Captain, the kid can’t be more than five. The skull was crushed by a heavy, blunt object. It’s… it’s sevage.”
A sharp, unpleasant pang shot through Ginnifer’s chest. A five-year-old child… a crushed skull…
Her fingers tightened on the silverware.
Alex immediately covered her hand with his, his face a mask of concern. “Ginnifer? What is it? A case?”
She looked into his worried eyes, and her features softened instantly. She spoke into the phone, her voice now a low, professional command. “I understand. Have the forensics team sweep the site thoroughly. Report any findings to me immediately.”
She ended the call.
In the dim, intimate lighting of the booth, Alex devoured his steak, his eyes never leaving Ginnifer. “You were so serious just now, Ginnifer. So powerful. I feel so safe when I’m with you.”

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