“I should have been honored to have been part of the best pickpocket incident of the century, but instead I was just… — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“But one thing was for certain: something would happen next. Something always did. Especially when you live the life of a spy.” — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“I can’t tell you the things I know,” I repeated. “Why not?” “They aren’t my secrets to tell.” — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“The lie detector didn’t react to anything I said, but I wouldn’t dare smile.” — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“I carefully returned the files to my mother’s drawer and left the house with one objective: find Christina Georgia. July 14th was… — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“They question me everyday. There’s always bright lights and they give me medicine that’s supposed to make me tell the truth, but… — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“I let out a helpless, frustrated noise that sounded like a combination of a cry and a growl. It took everything in… — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, even spies don’t make the right decisions. Sometimes we get confused. And this isn’t a movie,” I added, “so there’s no… — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“That’s not necessary,” Mr. Bradshaw said, “although you are all perfectly welcome in the guest rooms upstairs, I won’t ask you to… — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“The lie detector didn’t react to anything I said, but I wouldn’t dare smile.” — Maya Bode Copy Share
“I should have been honored to have been part of the best pickpocket incident of the century, but instead I was just mad.” — Maya Bode Copy Share
“Everything okay?” He asked, and I nodded hastily. “You sure?” “Uh-huh.” “Mr. Bradshaw wouldn’t be proud of your lying skills right now,” he pointed… — Maya Bode Copy Share
“Honestly, I’m sorry you have no more power over me, but I’m not scared of you anymore. It’s just not worth my time.” — Maya Bode Copy Share
“Suddenly, I found myself running along the rooftop, leaping and falling. Falling until I caught the zip-line handle and then I was zooming, flying… — Maya Bode Copy Share
“I can’t tell you the things I know,” I repeated. “Why not?” “They aren’t my secrets to tell.” — Maya Bode Copy Share
“Why would you tell us the truth? If Christina really wasn’t here, you’d tell us she was, to stall us from finding her. If… — Maya Bode Copy Share
“That was the problem with training to be a spy and developing your senses to the point that I had. Now, I was constantly… — Maya Bode Copy Share
“Excuse me? I’m a girl? And what does that have to do with anything?” I narrowed my eyes. If he didn’t answer this correctly,… — Maya Bode Copy Share
“In a way, she was right. But while she talked, she stared hungrily at the Didot in my hands. They all did, with the… — Maya Bode Copy Share
“I tried to figure out what everyone was so frustrated about. I thought maybe the Didot was going to show me an image or… — Maya Bode Copy Share
“Was it risky? Yep. Was it rude? Oh, yeah. Was it stupid? Most likely. But I’d said it anyway.” — Maya Bode Copy Share
“Of course not, dear,” Mr. Bradshaw said, tapping her nose lightly, and she giggled. “It’s never the end -- in fact, in my not-so-humble… — Maya Bode Copy Share
