Page 52 of Undercover Agent


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“Pretty sure we covered that yesterday, Mom. Right before a helicopter landed on your lawn.”

“I need to ask you something.”

Oh, God. Here we go.“Mom, please. I’m not in the mood to talk.”

She put her hand on mine, and I knew there was no way I’d get out of this conversation. “Okay, forget my question, just tell me what happened with Lynx.”

“He left before sunrise.” Little did she know how apropos that was. Something else occurred to me. “Where’s Dad?” He was always the first up; my mother loved to sleep in.

“He went into the city.”

“Why? When?”

“Earlier.”

Two and two suddenly added up to four.“You are fucking kidding me.”

“Emerson Jane.”

I stalked over to the kitchen sink and tossed my coffee down the drain. “Are you serious right now?”

“You know he can help.”

“Why did you ask me where Lynx was if you already knew?”

“Emerson…Jane…please…sit…down.”

I hated the way she enunciated every word like she used to when I was a kid in trouble. I was twenty-eight fucking years old.

“Do you want some more coffee?” I asked, resorting to civility in the hope she’d calm down.

“Yes, and pour yourself some more too.”

Noplease.That wasn’t good. I did as she asked, sat down, and folded my arms on the table. “Go ahead.”

“When your father got up this morning, Lynx was up too. He offered to drive him to Boston.”

I’d surmised that, but I doubted now was the best time to be a smart ass.

“Tell me about Lynx.”

“I already told you I don’t want to have this conversation.”

“Do it anyway.”

“Things aren’t as simple as they may appear.”

My mom reached over and put her hand on mine. “We’ve got all day, Emerson.”

“Lynx is an MI6 agent.”

She nodded as though she already knew that.

“He’s here because two of the people I’ve been working with on Chinese grand strategy have disappeared. Well, really only one that I work with. The other is my neighbor. Although, I think that maybe he’s been undercover too. Well, I don’t think; I actually know that he’s with MI6, but that doesn’t change the fact that they’ve both disappeared. And evidently, Lynx thinks I’m in danger, even though?—”

“Emerson!”my mother gasped, holding up one hand.“Slow down.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay, so the MI6 agent who’s missing…his name is Niven St. Thomas, I call him Tommy. Anyway, the last time I saw him, we went to dinner, and then after dinner, he kissed me.”

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