“Look, I want to find out what Charlene’s got on my son, and then I want to stop that wedding from happening. Are you with me or not, that’s all I need to know right now.”
“Well…” said Scarlett, wavering.
“It’s going to break my granddaughter’s heart, Scarlett! And I happen to love my granddaughter—more than anything in the world!”
“Aww,” said Scarlett, regarding her friend with interest.
“What’s the look for?”
“So you do have a heart.”
“Of course I have a heart!” She then wagged a finger in her friend’s face. “But don’t you go and blab about it. It would ruin my reputation.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll help you. What do you want me to do?”
“First we need to find out Charlene’s secret.”
“And how do you propose we do that?”
“Easy. We spy on her.”
“What do you mean?”
“We bug her phone, her house, her office, we put a tracker on her car…”
“Isn’t that, like, extremely illegal?”
“Who cares? I’m trying to protect my family here, Scarlett!”
“Fine! But aren’t you forgetting one thing?”
“What?”
“We’re not exactly professional spies, you and me. So how do you propose we pull this off?”
Grandma Muffin smiled. “Leave that to me. I’ve got it all figured out.”
Okay, so it wasn’t exactly the high-profile spy bonanza Norm had anticipated, but he still felt, as he started the long flight back to Harrington Street to report to Max, that he’d gleaned some interesting intelligence. And he was starting to see that he’d landed himself in exactly the kind of spy story Mr. Bond would have appreciated.
About Nic
Nic has a background in political science and before being struck by the writing bug worked odd jobs around the world (including but not limited to massage therapist in Mexico, gardener in Italy, restaurant manager in India, and Berlitz teacher in Belgium).
When he’s not writing he enjoys curling up with a good (comic) book, watching British crime dramas, French comedies or Nancy Meyers movies, sampling pastry (apple cake!), pasta and chocolate (preferably the dark variety), twisting himself into a pretzel doing morning yoga, going for a run, and spoiling his big red tomcat Tommy.
He lives with his wife (and aforementioned cat) in a small village smack dab in the middle of absolutely nowhere and is probably writing his next ‘Mysteries of Max’ book right now.
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The Mysteries of Max
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The Kellys
Emily Stone
Washington & Jefferson
Alice Whitehouse
Ghosts of London