I Think My Dad Is a Spy by Sognia Vassallo Read Free Book Online Page B

surprised.
    Chelsea shrugged her shoulders. “He left in a hurry and didn’t tell me much and then I received an anonymous phone call this afternoon telling me your father was seen at the international airport with another woman. I think she’s some sort of Russian model.” She then began to sob into her hands.
    Wait a minute, a Russian model? Grrrr that taxi driver, he had to be the anonymous caller. Oh I’m gonna give him what for when I see him next. I was so annoyed that people in small towns have nothing better to do than to gossip all day. Chelsea’s sobbing grew louder.
    â€œI have no idea who this woman is and where they’ve gone together,” she bawled louder.
    As she looked at me I could see her wet blue eyes glistening under the lights.
    â€œDo you know anything about her Sophie?”
    â€œUmm…no I know nothing,” I lied.
    Just as I went to lay my hand on her arm to comfort her Michael pushed me out of the way and hugged her tightly instead. I suppose I couldn’t blame him or even Chelsea for being mad at my dad. He had been acting really weird these past few weeks, but how did this Russian woman fit into all this mess? Maybe I had read the dates wrong on the tickets. I could’ve sworn they had next month’s date on them.
    It didn’t matter which way I looked at this, nothing made sense. As much as I didn’t believe the whole ‘spy’ thing, it was the only thing that sort of made sense. If my dad was a spy, then maybe his mission was to follow this Russian woman around the country to keep tabs on her, or maybe she was his prisoner and was taking her back to the CIA…
    That’s only if my dad was a CIA agent…
    My mind had run away with me, I snapped back to reality, where Michael was locking the front doors and Chelsea was cashing up the tills. But I was left standing in the middle of the room— abandoned.
    â€œWhat about me, where am I going to go?” I asked.
    â€œYou are more than welcome to stay with us if you want, but your dad thought you’d probably want to stay at Janice’s house, so that was the only thing he told me before he left—that he’d rang Mrs Voyce and asked if you could stay,” Chelsea said.
    Michael quickly shot me a warning look that said loud and clear—DON’T YOU DARE STAY WITH US INSTEAD!
    â€œAh thanks for the offer, but I’ll stay at Janice’s,” I said.
    â€œAll right then I’ll ring Mrs Voyce to confirm your dad’s arrangements.”

Journal entry:
Wednesday, 10:15pm
    Dad is still away so I am staying over at Janice’s house until Friday. So far we have found out that Dad didn’t run off with the Russian lady after all. He had to leave in an emergency because Grandma had a fall.
    She’s all right now, but she has two broken ribs and a broken leg, so she called Dad and asked him to stay until the end of the week and help her finish up her book tour. I asked Dad why Grandma didn’t call Aunt Maple instead but he said Aunt Maple was in a remote village somewhere in the middle of Africa and couldn’t be reached by telephone, only by donkey!
    I like Aunt Maple. She is Dad’s younger sister and when I get to see her she tells me all kinds of stories about my mum and what they used to get up to as kids. They were the best of friends, right up until Mum died.
    I’ve told Aunt Maple that as soon as I’m old enough I’m going to go with her to one of the African villages and make a documentary on her. She helps poor people by giving them medicine; she’s a real hero you know.
    Guess what? I found out who the Russian woman is. She isn’t a model or a spy after all. She is Grandma Georgina’s New York assistant. Grandma sent Zoe down here to do some jobs for her and she asked Dad to pick her up from the airport and check her into a hotel. But then on the day of the emergency, Dad and Zoe had to fly back