Spies must tell lies

'For years I'd been trying to piece together some form of family, and now I had a second chance. I wouldn't let it slip through my fingers.'

Charlotte Goode is fifteen.She speaks eighteen languages and knows how to fight. But she wants to know what really happened the night when her parents fought, and only one of them came out alive.

Spies must tell lies, but she is determined to find the truth.

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2. Memories that burn

Before I delve into the complicated string of recent events, it would probably make sense to explain some stuff from the past. Some is pretty cool, other parts not particularly interesting, but it is all relevant in the grand scheme of things (or something a lot less melodramatic).

I was born in America. New York City. Mum, Dad, older brother called Zach. Life was regular... for us. I'm not sure if code-cracking and vehicle surveillance techniques were common topics at other family dinners, but I was used to it. I remember a particularly eventful holiday in Brazil, when my father disarmed a bomb at the airport. Spies still take holidays. It usually involves some sort of spy-like events, but it was sometimes just for a sense of normality.

Then one night it all disappeared. Sounds cliched, I know, but I don't know how else to describe it. The smell of blood, smoke, police sirens screeching. I was only nine but the memories are still fresh, and they still hurt. 

She was taken away, my mother. For killing my father.

 

I was only nine but I knew I would not see his face again.

  We ran, Zach and I. What else were we supposed to do? We ran so fast. 

I can barely remember those days where we wandered the streets, seeking shelter. But at least we had each other... until Zach disappeared too.

I was only nine.

Fast-forward 3 years. I am at a school in England. Foster family, new life - everything about my old life had been erased. Except the memories. I spent the next three years desperately trying to find Zach, and one night I found my answer. The Gallagher Academy, Roseville, Virginia, was his last recorded sighting. So, I ran away. It was all I knew.

For years I'd been trying to piece together some form of family, and now I had a second chance. I wouldn't let it slip through my fingers.

That's what I thought until Joe Solomon walked into my life.

 

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