“Why me?” Ellie asked.
“Oh, how lovely,” Ellie said, taking the dish. “Won’t you come in?”
“I knew you’d come,” a voice slithered from the shadows. The Serpent stepped out. He was thin, elegant, wearing the uniform of a substitute teacher. “I never believed you were dead, Eleanor. Domestic bliss is a far more creative punishment.” Mrs. Undercover
“Good.” Ellie watched Leo and Mia climb onto the school bus, safe and oblivious. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a casserole to return.”
The Serpent laughed. “What are you going to do, offer me a snack?” “Why me
Brenda raised an eyebrow. “Glitter glue?”
Somewhere in Langley, a dusty file was reopened. Across the top, in red ink, someone had written: ACTIVE. DO NOT DISTURB. SHE’S EXACTLY WHERE SHE NEEDS TO BE. The Serpent stepped out
It was a truth universally acknowledged in the intelligence community that a stay-at-home mom in the suburbs was the perfect undercover operative. No one ever suspected the woman who packed juice boxes and folded tiny socks of being able to disable a bomb with a bobby pin.