“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 James taught us one thing, it’s how to detect a lie. You just want us to… — 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 it doesn’t work on me. Or maybe it only works when I start talking, but I never do.” — 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 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 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
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Was it risky? Yep. Was it rude? Oh, yeah. Was it stupid? Most likely. But I’d said it anyway.” — Maya Bode Copy Share Image
“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 Image
