black boot.
âMaybe we need a little more understanding here,â said Agent Quinn. âItâs not that Alessa is being unpatriotic or criminal. Sheâs hung up on body-image issues.â
Good cop.
âSheâs just fat,â said Agent Mathison.
Bad cop.
âSheâs not totally comfortable in her skin,â said Agent Quinn.
Good cop.
âThereâs so much of it,â said Agent Mathison.
Bad cop.
Go ahead,
I thought.
You think I havenât heard all of this before?
âHer feelings make her do things against her better nature,â said Agent Quinn. âSuch as protecting Tom.â
âBeing a tub of lard is no excuse for endangering the nation,â said Agent Mathison. âAnd the jury wonât think so either.â
I was cold and hot. I sucked for breath. The arms I had wrapped around myself were the only things keeping me from falling apart. My fingers dug into my rolls of flesh.
Stay tough. If they keep you here and starve you, Lessi, youâll wake up skinny.
If you come out alive.
âMaybe sheâs hiding information about Tom in all that blubber,â said Agent Mathison. âA thumb drive, notesâwho knows? We better check.â
âIâm afraid youâre right,â said Agent Quinn. âBut how about one more chance. I know she wants to do the right thing.â
âOkay,â said Agent Mathison. âExplain this, Alessa. You say Tom didnât come back after going after Ronnie. But you say you saw him give his speech. Howâs that possible?â
âI donât know.â
âShe doesnât want to tell us,â said Agent Quinn.
âLet her starve!â screamed Agent Mathison. She turned away.
âWait.â It just came out of me. âThere are two of them. Theyâre twins.â
âNo wonder we didnât have a fix,â said Agent Quinn. âBetter call this in, pronto.â
âFirst, we shake out the other loser,â said Agent Mathison.
They walked out. I felt like a puddle of fat.
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SOMEWHERE IN NORTHERN VIRGINIA
2012
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âT OUGH guy peed his pants,â said Agent Mathison.
âUnderstandable, the jam heâs in,â said Agent Quinn.
âYour fat friend tells us Tom is working with the aliens,â said Agent Mathison. âYou can confirm that and maybe save your pathetic yellow-stained self, or you can continue to play tough and suffer the consequences.â
What consequences,
I thought.
Iâm thirteen years old. What can they do to me?
âDonât think,â said Agent Quinn in his phony sympathetic voice, âthat being a kid protects you from consequences. In war, kids suffer worse than grownups. And we consider this a war. Youâre not going to walk away.â
âOh, heâll walk, all right,â said Agent Mathison. âAfter we release him in a few months, heâll walk right into a juvenile facility. Those gangbangers love tough guys with zits who pee in their pants.â
âSo tell us,â said Agent Quinn. âDid Alessa tell us the truth? Is Tom in contact with the aliens? Because if she didnât . . .â He looked at Agent Mathison, who gave him her nasty smile.
I took a deep breathâI couldnât help myself. Poor Lessi. She must have figured it didnât matter if she told them. Theyâd probably figured it out anyway.
Okay, tell them what they already know. No more.
âItâs true.â
âWhere are they?â said Agent Mathison.
âI donât know,â I said.
âWhen is the last time you saw an alien?â
âIf Hercules was an alien, then the last time I saw one was when he showed up at school.â
âThatâs what Alessa said too,â said Agent Quinn, smiling at him. âWeâre going to turn off the lights and music and let you nap for a while.â
âBut first,â said Agent
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