Day 5,892
CIA has been contacted. Full force of The Agency is now involved in the search for Operative Morgan.
Day 5,900
Three weeks of looking and trail has gone cold.
He's gone.
He's just gone.
Someone has to tell Rachel.
Chapter Thirty-Three
THINGS THAT WOULD NEVER BE
THE SAME, NEVER, EVER AGAIN
(A list my Cameron Morgan)
·Macey's pajama pants: because grass stains and air shaft dirt never come out.
·Agent Townsend's reputation: because if word ever got out that the four of us had done what he'd been trying to do for months, I'm pretty sure they'd take away his double-0
status (If Tina was even right that he had one).
·Liz: because the Pigeon Code had opened up a whole new world of cryptography (and she was already pretty obsessed with the old one).
·Bex: because her parents had been right.
·Bex: because her parents had been wrong.
·Me: just because.
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The next night I walked toward my mother's office carrying my father's journal and my teacher's secret. I had no idea which one was heavier.
"It wasn't Sodium Pentothal, was it?"
I spun at the sound and saw Agent Townsend standing in the Hall of History, staring at me through the protective glow of Gilly's - I mean Cavan's - sword.
"In the apple?" he clarified.
"I don't know what you're -" I tried to push past him and into my mother's office, but his hand was on my arm. His breath was warm in my ear.
"You can try ot lie to me, but I wouldn't recommend it."
My father's journal was in my backpack, and it felt like a talisman, giving me strength.
"Get your hand off me." Townsend eyed me but didn't move, and I tried to twist free.
"Teachers can't manhandle students and make wild accusation. The trustees would never
-"
"Oh, but the trustees have been employing a famous double agent for almost two years.