Page 76 of Spies Don’t Fall for Their Best Friend

“Her vague computer job is fake.”

“Oh, the computer part is very real. She’s quite good.”

“Jace?”

“Field operative.”

“Ledger?”

“Field operative.”

“Emerson?”

“Analyst.”

“Your mother?”

I hesitate, and Reese points the pen at me.

“Your mother is absolutely a spy.”

“She was. She’s the director now.”

Her mouth falls open. “Of the whole CSA?”

“Yes.”

She nods, then shakes her head. “Of course she is.” In large letters, she writes, EVELYN—SPY BOSS.

“Blake?” she asks.

“Dentist.”

Her eyes narrow. “Just a dentist?”

“Yes.”

“No secret dental espionage?”

“No.”

“No extracting information while extracting molars?”

“Reese.”

“That might be the most shocking answer you’ve given me.”

“He doesn’t work for the agency.”

Her expression shifts, and I know she hears what I haven’t said. That there’s a story behind it. Several, in fact. She writes his name followed by a question mark but thankfully doesn’t ask me to explain that right now, too.

“What about Hammy?”

I don’t answer quickly enough.

She gasps. “Hammy is a spy? My new stepdad is a spy?”

“He goes by Abraham at work. He’s a retired field operative. He oversees disguises now.”