It’s a Spy’s Life

By: Liz Davidson

This a chapter-by-chapter book about a 16-year-old spy, Angela Darkmoon, as she finds her way in the mixed-up, topsy-turvy world she lives in.

Part 9

Angela stared open-mouthed at the letter. She didn’t even know this guy, so why would he have written this letter to her. She knew about him, true, but she was supposed to. She didn’t know him personally.

“Hey, Angel,” Tontoro said, tapping her shoulder. Angela jumped. She hadn’t even heard him come in.

“Feeling alright?” her boss asked. Angela nodded as her boss took the letter and dropped it in the baggie he held. Just than, Jonathon’s phone started to ring. Angel and Jack both snickered at the song; it was White and Nerdy by Weird Al. He glared at them, as he answered his phone.

“Yes, Nali…What do you mean your machines are going haywire? What! No, I don’t want to hear we might have a case of mistaken identity! Fine, I’ll send Angela back, and she’ll pick up the boys so they can help you figure everything out.” Angela smiled at Jack, who winked at her as she looked at her boss.

“I guess I’m supposed to be leaving now, right?” she asked and her boss nodded. “Bye, Jack,” Angela called and waved at him.

Jack waved back, “Bye, Angel. I might be seeing more of you, if my hunch is right.”

Angela kept an eye out as the headed towards the elevators. Sure enough, from the corner of her eye she saw the same person following her. As she waited for the elevator door to open, she pretended to apply lip-gloss. In her compact mirror she could see the guy took a couple of pictures of her. Angela rolled her eyes. If someone wanted information about her, they’d have to try harder.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Angela walked in and pressed the close button after pressing a floor. She than pressed all the buttons like she had before.  She didn’t know what to do about this, she wouldn’t be allowed to work on the evidence side of this case anymore. Anything she found would be taken as compromised evidence.

Angela looked at her pale reflection in the mirror-like door of the elevator. She was confused and jumpy. She could see it in her dark blue eyes. Why was she so different than everyone else? Was it because she was the youngest successful spy in the modern world? And what made her stick out to Brewers?

The elevator opened to show the lobby and Angela walked out of the building. Her phone vibrated, she didn’t have a ring tone. She found that ringtones sometimes gave away who you were. Unless the person is like my boss and sets the ringtone to something no one would expect, she thought with a small grin.

The teen stopped at a Starbucks to pick up a cup of coffee on her way to the building. As she continued on she took out her compact mirror again. Making it look like she was checking to see if something was wrong with her face, she spied with her little eye the guy again. Flipping the small mirror shut, she placed it back in her pocket.

She suddenly remembered her phone had gone off, and she looked at it. She had missed a call from Jake and another from Nate. Wondering what they could have called for, Angela finally stepped onto the agency’s grounds. Walking into the building she spied Jasper waiting for her and nodded to him. Nodding back, he joined her in her trip down to Nali’s lab.

“So did boss say anything to you about why we have to go help Nali?” the 26-year-old asked her. Angela just shook her head no and pressed the button for the elevator.

“Thought you might say that. I really should be busy working on this case, but nnnoo I’m going to help Nali in her lab. She probably will make us clean the tables, or wash the windows…oh wait, she doesn’t have any windows in her lab. Maybe she’ll have us wash and wax the floor. That sounds more like it,” Jasper babbled on an on. The spy just rolled her eyes and waited for the elevator to open up.

Sighing, the teenager glared at Jasper while pursing her lips. The man stopped speaking suddenly and his face turned red as he looked everywhere but at her. Smiling cruelly she continued to glare at Jasper.

“Hey, look! The elevator’s here!” he invented on the spot.

“Not very creative under pressure are you, Jasper?” a voice said over Angela’s shoulder and internally the adolescent jumped, on the outside, though, Angela remained calm. Turning, she saw that the voice belonged to Jake Croston.

“Hey, Jake, are you going to help Nali, too?” she asked, smiling at her father figure. Smiling back at her, he held up his MacBook Air.

“No, Nali wanted me to double check the fingerprints on my machine downstairs. She also wanted me to recheck the DNA of our victim, too. Our Nali didn’t sound like she was very positive that our dead guy is Mr. James Brewer.” Angela nodded and turned back to the elevator just as it opened.

“That took awhile,” Jasper commented uncomfortably. Angela just snickered and walked into the space with Croston. Looking over at the MacBook Air, she raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“An intern was able to wire my laptop to my machines downstairs, thus saving paper and making it so I can get the results without prying eyes,” the medical examiner explained, pacifying Angela’s curiosity.

As the conveyer opened up to Nali’s lab, the lab’s owner rushed over to them.

“Nali, you look like a mess,” Angela commented, looking at the woman’s askew hair, rumbled clothes, and frustrated expression.

“I know I look like I just went through a tornado, but something-more likely someone- is messing with my electronics.”

“Meaning, the dead guy Angela found might not be Brewers,” Jasper finished for his eccentric coworker, who nodded.