but they still hold files there. Once you get in, ransack the area for anything pertaining to Anka Perdova.â
âIâm on it,â Caylin said.
âAnd Iâll keep checking Ankaâs e-mail and try to locate a floor plan or any secret hideaways backstage,â Theresa promised. âWho knowsâmaybe the true Anka is right under our noses.â
âThat would be nice,â Caylin said solemnly.
âRemember your assignments, Spy Girls,â Uncle Sam commanded. âOr Prime Minister Karkovic will end up like Abraham Lincoln.â
âYeah,â Theresa replied. âShot in an old theater for reasons that make no sense at all.â
EIGHT
âYes, this is Selma Ribiero from InterCorp Prague,â Jo said into the phone as she sat in her cubicle on Wednesday morning. âWill Daniela Fuentes be attending the open-trade-pact signing?â
Jo posed the question in Portuguese, as she had noticed the international code preceding Ms. Fuentesâs phone number was 55âBrazil. After Ms. Fuentesâs assistant answered in the affirmative, Jo asked, âAnd could you please give me her full professional title?â
âVice president of international affairs, Brazilian Council,â the assistant replied, her tone implying it was a very stupid question.
Jo politely thanked her and hung up. Then, after making sure no one was within earshot, Jo immediately placeda call to the Brazilian Council to find out if Ms. Fuentes was indeed legit.
âYes, this is Selma Ribiero from Noticias Sudamericanas ,â Jo lied to the Brazilian Council receptionist in Portuguese. âIâm fact checking an article about the open-trade-pact signing and was wondering if you could verify the spelling of Daniela Fuentesâs name and the exact wording of her official title?â
It was exactly the same. Jo crossed Daniela Fuentes off her list.
Next Dan Fields of the good olâ USA. When a woman answered with âDan Fieldsâs office,â Jo went into her usual spiel.
âYes, he will be attending,â the secretary confirmed.
âAnd can I get his official title?â she asked.
âHead foreign correspondent,â she replied, âNew York Chronicle.â
âThank you,â Jo said, punching the New York Chronicle into her computer to see if Dan Fieldsâs name was on their official website. After a few keystrokes âDan Fields, headforeign correspondentâ popped up on the virtual masthead.
âOh, well,â Jo muttered with a frustrated sigh. But one look at the clock was enough to perk her up.
Twelve thirty p.m. Ewan and Mitchell von Strauss would be at lunch.
âGet out your Raid, boys and girls,â she whispered, dropping two pea-size surveillance devices in her pocket. âââCause you got bugs.â
Jo grabbed a thick stack of files and marched down the hall, looking busy.
Mitchellâs office door was wide open and his secretary nowhere in sight. With a deep breath Jo pulled a bug out of her pocket.
âHere goes nothing,â she whispered, heading for Mitchellâs office. When a cleaning lady passed her way in the hall, Jo gave her a brisk nod and continued confidently on.
As she entered Mitchellâs domain she smoothed her Dior suit and left the door just slightly ajarâa closed office door usually sent up a red flag of suspicion in the business world, she had learned.
Jo picked up Mitchellâs receiver and expertly installedthe bugging device, her movements both fluid and precise. Bugging Mitchellâs phone gave Jo the same rush she got behind the wheel of a race carâher blood pumped, her mind raced.
But when she heard Mitchellâs secretaryâs voice seconds after she placed the receiver in its cradle, Jo felt more like she had hit a gigantic speed bump.
âMay I help you?â the secretary inquired, her tone nasal and accusatory.
âJust dropping off
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