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Spy’s Life, Part 12

It’s A Spy’s Life, Part 12

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 12

Angela’s mouth dropped open. Her boss didn’t seem to care. All he did was take a sip of coffee and call a cab. Now he was calling the fire department.

“Okay, here’s our cab.”

“But!!! That’s your car!” she exclaimed, pointing at it.

“I know it’s my car. What about it?”

“It’s on fire!”

“Very good, Angela. Yes, it’s on fire. And yes, I don’t care. I’m in the process of getting a new car.”

“Wait….did you do this?”

“Nope,” was all her boss replied, taking another sip of coffee. Sighing, Angela rolled her eyes. Typical, she thought. Her boss had already gotten into the cab, and Miss Darkmoon followed.  The whole way to her house, she looked out the window, unhappy about the situation.

“Jinx, here kitty-kitty,” the sixteen-year-old called as she walked into the house. A streak of black fur came rushing to her. Meowing, the cat demanded to be picked up. Obeying the demand of her pet, Angela scratched Jinx’s chin.

“Who’s a good kitty. Here, Johnny, have a cat,” Angela stated, dumping the cat onto her boss, “I’ve gotta go get packed. How long again am I staying with Jake?”

“I’d expect a week. Do you want me to find a carrier for Jinx.”

“Sure, that would be awesome,” Angela replied, walking into her bedroom and pulling out a suitcase from under her bed. Setting it on the bed, she started going through her closet. Deciding what she wanted to wear for the rest of the week, she neatly packed all of her things in the bag.

“Hey, Angela….there’s something in your garage. Looks like an animal.”

“Are you sure you didn’t put Jinx down,” Angela asked, zipping her tote shut.

“I’m sure, I still have him.” Sighing, Angela got up and walked over to the garage. Opening the door, she looked where Johnathon pointed. Walking over to the tiny blot, she saw it was a puppy. When it trotted over to her on wobbly feet, the spy couldn’t help put pick it up.

“It’s a puppy,” she told her boss, “You were worried about a wittle, tiny puppy.”

“Yeah, so what. Let me guess, you’re taking it to Croston’s?”

“Of course, and Isha will fall in love with it, so we dump the puppy with Jasper.”

“Nice idea. Okay, let’s get Jinx in the carrier, I’ll take the puppy.” Rolling her eyes, she put Jinx in his carrier with no problems at all, to Johnathon’s astonishment.

“I’ll get your bag to the front hall, and now we need to wait for-” the middle-aged man started, but stopped when the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be,” Johnathon’s teen counterpart wondered aloud. Opening the door, she saw Jake and Isha, while Japser was still in the car.

“Ready to go?” the medical examiner asked her.

“Almost. I forgot to get Jinx’s food. Hold on a minute and I’ll be right back,” Angela reassured the doctor.

“Well, I went to the liberty of  getting some food for Jinx a few days ago. Instincts maybe,” he suggested.

“AAWW!!! Jake, that was sssooo sweet!”

“It was nothing. You know it takes a load off of me when someone young is around to help around the house.” Angela smiled at him as she helped her boss out the door. Handing the puppy to Isha (who instantly fell in love with it), she climbed into the car with the others.

“Jasp, I didn’t know you drove a mini-van,” Angela commented, an innocent look on her face.

“It’s not mine, I’m borrowing it,” Isha’s older brother grumbled from the driver’s seat as his hands clenched at the wheel.

“If you’re going to drive mad, get in the back, and I’ll drive,” Jake told Jashper, who instantly made his hands relax. Giving a curt nodd, Angela’s co-worker looked out the back and put the car into drive.

It took close to half-an-hour just to get out of the city, and another half-hour to get to Jake’s house in the country.

“I can’t believe you drive over an hour to get to work,” the lead spy said turning to Jake, “That includes the little stops along the way, like to make sure Angela’s suburb house is in working condition.”

“I like privacy, and I don’t mind the drive. Plus I usually take the train from the nearest town. It’s not that bad really, it’s quite relaxing. To me anyways.” Angela had to smile at the last part, as she helped Isha with her ABC’s.

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