FBI Girl
Chapter One
Bang. Bang. Bang. Strike three. You're dead.
I practice these lines because the world is a dangerous place. I lie
in bed at night with my yellow-daisy sheets up to my nose, and Dad
comes in my bedroom to snap shut my window. He is like one of those
monks from Robin Hood, moving slow, his toes cracking as he walks
from one room to the next. He does not explain why he locks
everything up, but I have figured it out: the world is packed full
of criminals, and it is the job of my father, Special Agent Joe
Conlon, to keep them out of our house.
I pull my sheets closer, fall asleep thinking about the smell of
criminals in the trunk of my father's car.
On Saturday morning, Dad stands just outside the doorway, with his
hands in his pockets, waiting for me to look up from my book and
notice him.
"It's The Clue in the Crumbling Wall," I say. "Nancy Drew is just
about to crack the case." I can barely read all the words, but Dad
must be proud that I am holding such a book, so advanced for my age.
"Uh-huh," he says, rocking back and forth. "I am asking you and the
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