Only the Good Spy Young (Gallagher Girls) by Carter Ally

Author:Carter, Ally [Carter, Ally]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction - Young Adult
Publisher: Disney
Published: 2010-06-25T00:00:00+00:00

You may think that it would be impossible for a van full of teenage girls to be completely quiet for the duration of a two-hour drive, but that night I didn’t hear a single voice. A soft rain fell, and only the sloshing of windshield wipers—the sound of water splashing against the undercarriage of the car—could break the stifling silence on the long ride back to school.

I recognized the sound. I’d heard it once in our Arlingtontown house as neighbors brought casseroles and condolences. I’d felt it at the ranch as relatives I barely knew spilled onto my grandparents’ porch, the four walls of the house too thin to hold us and the news that my father was never coming home. The junior CoveOps class was mourning, and one by one, every girl in the van came to realize what my roommates and I had known for weeks—that Mr. Solomon hadn’t been on a mission. Mr. Solomon was a whole different kind of gone.

When we pulled through the gates that night, it seemed like every light in the mansion was on. I could imagine girls inside, laughing and heading downstairs for supper, talking about papers and tests. But as we crawled from the van and watched Agent Townsend stride through the front doors, we all stayed perfectly still, a heavy drizzle and the memory of all we’d seen settling down around us, no one wanting to carry it all inside.

“I never knew,” Anna Fetterman said. “I never even guessed. I’m making a mistake, aren’t I?” She looked right at me as if I should know. “I shouldn’t be on the CoveOps track. I shouldn’t . . . I never knew.”

“No one knew.” Eva Alvarez placed an arm around Anna’s shoulders. “No one knew what he was.”

“Is.”

No one heard me whisper, but that was just as well. After all, no one else had stood in the amusement park graveyard and heard him say the Circle was coming. No one else had felt his warm hands on the bridge. I might have been the only Gallagher Girl in the world at that moment who knew that Mr. Solomon wasn’t in the past tense.

So I walked toward the doors and stepped inside, certain of one thing: Joe Solomon was very much alive.

Well, actually, technically, I tried to step inside.

Girls filled the entryway and covered the stairs, and it took all the strength I could muster to press out of the rain and into the crowd that was staring as my mother and Agent Townsend stood in the middle of the foyer floor.

“What’s going—”

“Shhh,” a senior hissed, stopping Tina midsentence.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Townsend said, turning toward the stairs, but my mother blocked him, looking anything but grateful.

“You had no right to take my daughter out of my school—”

“Your school?”

He should have been afraid. The last time I’d seen my mother look that way had been on a street in Washington, D.C., as her sister lay bleeding.

He should have been terrified.

“My daughter is not some pawn to be used on a whim!”

“Now, Rachel, don’t think of her as a pawn.

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