Spy Girl by Bridget Zinn

Author:Bridget Zinn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage--Fiction, Genius--Fiction, Save the whales, Family life--Fiction, Cancer--Chemotherapy, Women heroes--Fiction, Teenage girls--Fiction
ISBN: 9781735927527
Publisher: B.E.Z. Press
Published: 2020-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

SEVENTEEN

Jaisen and I stepped inside the Crow’s Nest. The Crow’s Nest, a British styled pub, had seen better days. Paint peeled from the walls and the tables and chairs looked like they were all about fifty years past their expiration date.

We found a rickety table near where Stan had settled himself in at the bar and sat down. We pulled peeling laminated menus out of the holder at our table. We had the options of fried this or fried that. Pretty much everything was fried and I didn’t think that it probably made a huge difference what we ordered.

The pub was filled with a smoky haze from cigarettes and the deep fryer, clearly this place did not follow the California smoking ordinances. I would have to make a note of this in my report tonight.

Different languages were being spoken all around me and I strained to pick out bits I could understand. Jaisen appeared to be enjoying himself across the table from me and not listening intently to all of the conversation around us, as I knew he was.

I watched Stan at the bar out of the corner of my eye.

Jaisen looked up at my sharp intake of breath.

“What?”

“I’m just a little jumpy.” I kept my voice low. “I keep thinking I see people I know. Last night I thought I saw my brother Paul at Schliesman’s Drugs and for a minute there I thought that guy at the bar was Mr. Front, my history teacher. It’s just nerves.” I hated admitting this, I was so not the type to get nerves, but I imagined all spies had moments like this one every now and then.

Jaisen glanced over at the bar. “That is Mr. Front, your history teacher.”

“No way.”

“I’ve seen him in the halls.”

I couldn’t look. “Oh god. Is he looking at me? Do you think he recognizes me? This is just great. I’m going to get caught at a bar by my history teacher.”

“Relax. You’re well disguised.”

“Even better–getting caught at a bar by my history teacher wearing a disguise. Mom will just love getting that note home.”

“He’s getting up now.”

“Probably to come over and ask me why I’m not working on my history homework.” I shut my eyes as I felt him brush by my chair.

“He’s gone.”

Our order came and I dove into the fish and chips. They might only serve fried food here, but they certainly knew how to fry it.

My plate clean, I wiped my fingers on a napkin. Jaisen caught my eye and nodded. It was go time. He stood up and made his way to the far end of the bar.

I went up to the bar nearer to our old pal Stan. Just close enough to hear if he said anything. I sat down on a stool and noticed that even as a “young man” I was smaller than most of the other men around me. I ordered some apple juice. The bartender didn’t even look up as he took the order and handed it to me.

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