I'd grown to trust Mr. Bradshaw, even though he was the one who had taught me how to lie. Not to mention the day he lectured me on how to get close to someone to find out the truth about them, as if he was the ultimate expert. Nevertheless, I trusted...
I’m fine. I’m at an antique store, by the clothes store just a mile or so from-” “Which clothes store, Tess? If you haven’t noticed, there are about a million.
The lie detector didn’t react to anything I said, but I wouldn’t dare smile.
Are you okay?” someone asked. “I’m fine,” I snapped, turning to face Jayden Griffin. “I have to admit, you’re getting better at lying, Tess Embers,” he said quietly. “However, I know you’re not okay.
That’s not necessary,” Mr. Bradshaw said, “although you are all perfectly welcome in the guest rooms upstairs, I won’t ask you to lie to your-” “Mr. Bradshaw.” Nathan grinned. “You’ve been asking us to lie to our parents from the mo...
One flub, one little mistake, could ruin everything.
I tried to blink back the tears that just kept coming. Eventually, I gave up and let my sight be obscured.
I can’t tell you the things I know,” I repeated. “Why not?” “They aren’t my secrets to tell.
I carefully returned the files to my mother’s drawer and left the house with one objective: find Christina Georgia. July 14th was today.
Aren’t there different electrical outlets here? And what about money? And isn’t it-” “Relax, Tess,” Taylor told me. “I have everything covered.
Waiting. That’s always what being a spy comes down to, isn’t it?
