Tutor, Nanny, Spit-Up, Spy (The Accidental Cases of Emily Abbott Book 4) by Perry Kirkpatrick

Author:Perry Kirkpatrick [Kirkpatrick, Perry]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-06-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“What do you need?” Emily whispered, turning on the bedside lamp and illuminating Brent. He was dressed in black from head to toe and his hair still stood on end from his removal of the balaclava. “How did you even get up here?”

“I climbed.”

“Spy stuff, huh?”

He shrugged and grinned crookedly at her.

A slight creaking noise made them both pause, and Brent’s left hand stole to the back of his waistband.

“No shoulder holster tonight?” Emily teased in a tense whisper, straining her ears for what the creaking might have been.

“No good when climbing,” he breathed. Someone was moving around in the loft outside Emily’s door.

“You don’t suppose that’s the assassin?” she asked, her eyes wide. “If you were able to get in through my window without the guards detecting it, someone else could have done it too.”

“I doubt that.”

Just then, someone tapped lightly on Emily’s door. She jumped. Brent ran lightly—making no noise—to a position near the closet where he was just out of view of the door. He drew his handgun and motioned for Emily to answer the door.

“Miss Tessier,” a man’s voice said. “This is Moreno.”

Emily’s eyes grew wide and she shook her head at Brent, not wanting to open the door to the unnerving guard.

“I’ve got you,” he mouthed. “It’s okay.”

Bracing herself, she opened the door a few inches. “Moreno! What’s the matter? Are the children all right?” She tried her hardest to keep the quaver of nervousness out of her voice and to avoid looking guilty of hiding the tutor-who-was-really-a-spy in her room.

“The children are fine,” the guard said. “I want to tell you I discovered a leaking water pipe in my room. Things are very wet. Your room is below mine. If you see a water stain on your ceiling, let us know and please do not be alarmed.”

Emily nodded. “Oh, wow. Thank you for the warning. I’m sorry your room is wet.”

“This house has many other rooms. I am moving my things to a new one, although I did prefer being in the tower. Goodnight, Miss Tessier.”

“Thanks again,” Emily said before closing her door firmly. The minute she could stop acting, she noticed her knees were wobbling and she slid down the door to sit on the floor.

Brent appeared from around the corner, re-holstering his gun. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Yes. Just nerves.”

He extended his gloved hand and helped her up.

“Thanks,” she said, walking to one of the two armchairs and removing the throw pillows she’d piled there before sitting. She motioned him to the other. “So I’m assuming you know something about this water leak?”

Brent sat and tipped his head to one side, eyeing her. “I can neither confirm nor—”

“Brent!” She shook her head but couldn’t help grinning.

“See, all I have to do is something stereotypically spy-like and it sets you to smiling,” he said.

She shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a big fan of that stuff.”

“Then you should enjoy what I need your help with.”

Emily sat forward in her chair. “What are we

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