Morgan? What do you know about Joseph Solomon?"
Freezing rain hit against the windows. I shivered, remembering the cold wind and look in Mr. Solomon's eyes as we stood on the bridge, and the fact that I believed him. For a year and a half, I'd believed everything.
The operatives hated Joe Solomon.
"Sir." I heard Bex's voice. "Mr. Solomon used to say that and operative's best weapon is her memory, and that -"
Agent Townsend finally stopped staring at me. "You're the Baxter."
"yes, sir." Bex beamed.
"I know your parents' work," he said.
Bex smiled. "Thank you, sir."
"That wasn't a compliment."
The operatives missed Joe Solomon.
Townsend stood and walked around his desk, settled back in his chair. "I've known about the Gallagher Academy and its girl for most of my career." He leveled us with a gaze.
"And that wasn't a compliment either."
I noticed something about his accent then. I replayed his words in my mind, while, outside, the sleet fell harder, and the room turned colder, and I knew the entire class was starting to feel the chill.
"Fine, if this is all you are willing to bring to today's -"
"How long were you stationed in Mozambique?"
Townsend was rarely surprised, I could tell, and yet my question stopped him. "Excuse me?" he said.
"Your Swahili this morning at breakfast was very distinctive." He looked at me as if he wanted to protest, but I didn't give him the chance. "You're left-handed, but the calluses on your palm say that you probably shoot with your right hand." I thought of how he'd moved when he pulled his feet from the desk. "You favor your left knee. I'm betting you hurt it . . . what? Six months ago. Your accent is lower-middle class, but you went to a good school, didn't you? Someplace like this, I'm betting."
"Nice trick, Ms. Morgan."
"It's not a trick." I shook my head. "It's last fall's midterm. Mr. Solomon -"
"Joe Solomon is gone," he snapped. "I make that point very clear in London, or have you forgotten?"
I'd forgotten nothing about that day - not the color of Townsend's shirt of the cool feel of the hard, metal table.
"Why aren't we having this class in Sublevel Two?" I asked, and watched his eyes change. "Were you not given clearance?"
"Oh, I assure you, Ms. Morgan, I'll see all of this school I need to see." He waved toward the door. "Now go. Consider yourselves dismissed.
Chapter Fourteen
Over the course of the following week, The Operatives were able to ascertain the following:
·The work "pigeon" appeared in nine of Joseph Solomon's case files, legend histories, or lesson plans.
·There are approximately 4,902 Pigeon Roads, Pigeon Lanes, Pigeon Rivers, etc. in the United States - not one of which was in Roseville, Virginia.
·An incredibly thorough search of the Gallagher Academy servers revealed database labeled "Mr. Solomon's Super Secret Pigeons File," as much as The Operatives wanted to find one.
·As far as mysteries go, "the pigeons" had nothing to do with Agent Townsend.
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