You Only Spell Twice (Undercover Witch Book 2) by Paige Howland

Author:Paige Howland [Howland, Paige]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Autumn Moon Books, LLC
Published: 2019-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

17

“Huh,” Tiago said as we stared up at the building. Okay, so the U.S. embassy wasn’t exactly where we had expected to find a guy with ties to an international thief and an arms dealer, but then again, by my count we were due for a little good luck.

Ryerson pulled out his phone. Five minutes later, he tucked it away and said, “We’re cleared.”

Whatever that meant. I followed them out of the car and up to the gate. The embassy was colorful and bright, a white building topped with a blue roof and the rising sun glinting off a gold dome. Ryerson spoke to the guard, who looked unconvinced until the phone rang in the guard shack. He answered it without taking his eyes off of us, exchanged a few words, and then hung up and waved us on.

“The Company called the embassy,” Ryerson explained as we walked through the gate and up the long driveway. “Amadou Abdellahi is the embassy’s resident chef. Apparently there is an international conference in Nouakchott this week, to discuss farm aid and new technology that may help drought-stricken areas. The embassy is playing host to a number of American and international participants, so Amadou hasn’t left in days.”

Ryerson pulled open the heavy front door and explained to the receptionist why we were here. After making a few calls to verify our credentials, she led us to a conference room on the second floor and left us with a warning that Amadou was quite busy and it might be a while. It was barely five a.m., and we hadn’t slept yet, so I staked out a spot on the room’s only couch and curled up to sleep. If Ryerson or Tiago thought this was weird, I didn’t really care. I’d been feeling drained ever since Brazil, and a power nap was definitely in my future.

But before I could close my eyes, something pinched my side.

“Ow!” I bolted upright and glanced down. A disgruntled golem climbed out of my pocket and jumped onto the couch then wagged an accusatory finger at me.

“Ainsey sit on me!” he accused.

“Sorry. But you’re supposed to be at the hotel watching the lions on TV, remember?”

“Lions scary.” He shuddered. “I come with you.”

I opened my mouth to have a much-needed conversation about stowing away in my pants, but the door opened. I scooped Golem up and tucked him in my pocket as a bright-eyed man walked inside. He was dressed in a white chef’s apron over a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled crisply just below his elbows, and black pants.

“Amadou Abdellahi?” Ryerson said, extending his hand. The robust man shook it heartily.

“Yes. Sorry to keep you,” he said in heavily accented English. “The embassy has many guests this week, and our supplies are more limited than usual. We are needing to become more creative with our menus.”

Ryerson frowned. “I heard the region is experiencing a drought. I didn’t realize the extent of it.”

Amadou nodded, his expression troubled. “We here in the city are faring better than the outlying villages.

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