fingers, and after carefully folding the brittle paper, I tucked it into my backpack.
âThere has to be another explanation. Perhaps heâd been living a double life and killed his other wife?â I dug my nails into my palms. âHe didnât kill Mom. I was there.
He
wasnât.â
If he had been there, my mother would still be alive. Those men who killed her had been searching for my dad, for
James Calhoun
. And the newspaper had mentioned James Calhounâs name. Not his false identity.
âIf the police had known my parentsâ identities, why was I overlooked? Why did the officials allow a damaged child to bounce around in a foster system that wasnât equipped to help her?â
âI donât know, Casey,â Alyssa said after she finished her call with Barry. âThatâs what weâre going to find out.â
I wasnât sure I wanted to. I certainly wasnât in a mood to travel back to that dark time. So I closed the door to those memories and took a page from Alyssaâs playbook and bluntly redirected the conversation. âWho were you calling a spy?â
Alyssa, unable to contain her excitement, danced around the room. âThe cute guy whoâs moved into the basement apartment. Man, heâs got sex appeal dripping out his ears.â
âNadeem?â
âIâve met plenty of spies since moving to D.C.â Alyssa waggled her huge coffee mug at me again. âI know the look. And I also know theyâre always up to no good.â
âOh. He has a âlookâ? Thatâs not very convincing evidence,â I said, eyeing Alyssaâs coffee mug with envy.
âCIA or Special Forces or one of those divisions that has no âofficialâ name. Or perhaps heâs working for a foreign government. It doesnât matter. Heâs a spy.â
âFor once your spider senses are wrong. Nadeem Barr is the new assistant for the White House curatorâs office. And believe me, the White House thoroughly screens its employees. No spies allowed.â
âHave you met him?â
âSure I have. And Iâm glad he took the apartment.â The basement apartment in our brownstone townhouse had remained vacant the entire time Alyssa and I had lived in the buildingâs upper two stories. The basement was in need of a total renovation, vital repairs the owner seemed unwilling to make. Instead of paying to make the place habitable, the owner kept lowering and lowering the rent until Iâd started to seriously worry about what kind of dangerous character might move in below us.
Not one to sit on my hands and fret, I did something about it and had told everyone at the White House that the apartment was available.
âHeâs been working on the History of the White House Gardens project with Frida and Gordon.â
âDonât you find it curious that shortly after this assistantââshe used air quotes when she said âassistantâââstarted working in the curatorâs office, the curator is found dead? Do you know anything about his past?â
âI think he said he was from Michigan.â
âWell,
I
know something.â Alyssa tapped the side of her slender nose. âNadeem is not a researcher. Heâs nobodyâs assistant. He canât hide the truth from me. Heâs a spy.â
Could that be true? Could he have been planted by a foreign country to thwart the White house talks with Turbekistan? If Frida had learned Nadeem was a fraud, she would have confronted him. But . . .
âWhy would a spy want to work in the curatorâs office? I mean, they deal with historical documents and antique furniture. Itâs hardly a hotbed for espionage.â
âI donât know why. To get inside the White House? Spies are clever. You never know what they are up to until itâs too late.â
I wasnât going to win this argument, and since
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