Live and Let Spy Read Free

formal investigation can’t be risked. And since most of the stagehands and interns are young females, we thought you would arouse the least amount of suspicion. Feel up to it?”
    â€œDo we have a choice ?” Theresa scoffed. But her gray eyes were dancing with excitement.
    A slow, sly grin grew across Caylin’s face. “Well, I do love the ballet,” she drawled. “And I’ve got nothing else on my schedule this week. I guess I can cope.”
    â€œMe too.” Jo sighed dramatically. “So many evil schemes, so little time.”
    Uncle Sam chuckled. “Glad you’re so confident, girls.”
    Theresa smiled. “Why’s that, Sammy?”
    â€œBecause you ship out in two hours.”

TWO
    â€œSo is Prague gonna be cold or what?” Theresa asked as she stood in front of her walk-in closet. The Tower dorm room she shared with Theresa and Caylin was a blur of flying shirts, pants, and dresses as the trio attempted to get appropriately attired for the long plane ride ahead.
    â€œFreezing,” Caylin said with a frown. “Which wouldn’t be so bad if there were any mountains to snowboard. But Prague’s not exactly the ski capital of the world.”
    â€œToo bad,” Jo kidded, bundling socks. “You’ll just have to concentrate on the silly old mission, won’t you?”
    â€œDrag,” Caylin replied with a smirk. “I hate when that happens.”
    Theresa unplugged her laptop and slid it into its padded case. Sunlight streamed through the massive windows—warmth she wouldn’t be seeing for a while. She selected thestereo remote from the eight remotes on her night table and aimed it at the far wall. “I can’t even hear myself think.”
    Miles Davis faded slightly. Theresa chose another remote and switched the channel from MTV to CNN, hoping to catch a glimpse of a global weather report.
    â€œI’m going to miss this entertainment center.” Theresa sighed. “We’ve got it all, but we only had two days to enjoy it.”
    â€œThat’s because you just had to rewire the whole wall before we left for London,” Caylin said. “You’re the only one who knows how to work everything. I mean, we have eight remotes!”
    â€œThey’re labeled,” Theresa explained.
    â€œI still can’t tell them apart.” Caylin stared longingly at her snowboard, which she had mounted on the wall above her bed. “I just wish I could bring my board. What a bummer.”
    â€œI can’t say I’m looking forward to icicles, either,” Jo went on, folding a sweater. “After all, this bod’s too dope to hide in a coat!”
    Theresa giggled. “We’re going on a mission , Jo. Not a vacation.”
    â€œA mission that we have no time to pack for,” Caylin interjected. “What kind of wardrobe can a girl pack in no time?”
    â€œSometimes you guys amaze me.” Theresa sighed. “A prominent world leader is about to be assassinated, and you two are worried about clothes.”
    Theresa gestured toward the giant TV screen. There Gogol Karkovic was being shown meeting young children who had been orphaned during the course of a recent civil war. Tears shone in the older man’s eyes as he spoke in his native Varok.
    The caption at the bottom of the screen read, We cannot live in a world where guns make the law—where children are left to suffer alone.
    The room fell silent as Theresa clicked off the remote.
    Jo squinted. Karkovic’s message had clearly hit home with her. “Well, come on, we do have to wear something ,” she began, ignoring the heart-wrenching newscast. “Somehelp you are, Theresa. I still can’t believe your mother is a fashion designer.”
    Theresa rolled her eyes. “I know, I know.”
    â€œI really don’t get it, T.” Caylin shook her head sadly. “How can you hate fashion when we