Dial by Elizabeth Cage

and Caylin would be her friends forever. After several long moments Jo pulled away, feeling a bit more like herself.
    â€œFive minutes alone with those two,” she said. “That’s all I want.” She knew exactly what she would do and how she would do it. . . .
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    Three hours later Theresa fought the urge to pull an I-told-you-so on Jo. After the threesome had returned to the mansion for a depressurization break, Danielle had driven them to the ultrasecret holding area where Tower agents were now questioning Diva and her father. Safely ensconced behind a two-way mirror, Theresa, Caylin, Jo, and Danielle were watching the interrogation from just several feet away.
    â€œI shouldn’t have trusted her,” Jo muttered for the fifth time. “How could I have been so stupid?”
    â€œWe all trusted her, Jo,” Caylin said soothingly. “Diva seemed like a stand-up chick.”
    Theresa nodded. Yes, she had held on to her suspicions regarding Diva for a long time, but the truth was that she had eventually believed in their informant as much as Jo and Caylin had.
    â€œListen to them,” Danielle said. “They’re pros.”
    The girls redirected their attention to the interrogation. Diva and her father were all wide eyes and innocence as they talked to The Tower agents. Danielle was right. If Theresa didn’t know better, she would have felt sympathy toward the pair.
    â€œMy daughter only wanted to help our family,” the Big Boss was saying. “Even if you feel that I have done wrong, please let her go. She is an innocent child.”
    Yet another fake tear slid down Diva’s cheek. “No, Father! I am not going to let them believe these evil lies about you. We must help them learn the truth!”
    The Big Boss shook his head sadly. Man, he was good. “They will believe what they want to believe, Diva.”
    Diva clutched her father’s arm as she stared into the face of her interrogator. “You have to listen to me! I’m the person who brought your agents to Rio! Not Chico! Whywould I have done that if my father and I were guilty of all of these horrible crimes? We’re victims . . . just like Josefina.”
    Jo snorted. “She makes me sick—and I make me sick. It was obvious all along that Diva was this close to the Big Boss.”
    â€œYou’re right, Jo,” Caylin said. “I mean, we should have gotten a clue way back when we found out that Diva owned a nightclub that was basically a front for drug trafficking.”
    â€œOr when the Big Boss’s emissaries were so cool about Diva coming with us for the money exchange,” Theresa commented.
    â€œThe important thing is that you three came through in the end,” Danielle said firmly. “Jo, you recognized Diva’s father when the time was right. And now they’re both going to spend a long time behind bars.”
    Danielle had a good point. Even though Diva turned out to be a bad guy, she had led them to her father. Without her involvement, the Spy Girls never would have gotten to him.
    â€œI can’t believe she took us for such fools,” Jo said. “Did she really think I wouldn’t recognize her dad?”
    Theresa shrugged. “Criminals can be arrogant. Look at them—even now they’re trying to maintain their innocent sob story.”
    â€œI’m just glad that the man who killed your father is finally going to be locked away forever,” Caylin said.
    â€œAnd Diva can rot in jail right along beside him,” Jo added. “She’s as bad as he is. . . . I don’t think I’ve ever felt so betrayed by another human being.”
    â€œThe agents are finishing up the interview,” Danielle interrupted. “Any moment, father and daughter are going to be taken to the cells where they belong.”
    Once again Theresa turned her attention back to