The red boat was still gaining on them. "I have a plan!" Cleo said. "I hope your plan includes not getting run over by a boat filled with thugs!" Evan said. Then he saw it. Cleo was driving straight toward a low bridge that connected two parts of the harbor. The path underneath it looked narrow. Maybe too narrow. "We're not going to make it," Evan said. "Sure we will!" Cleo said. The red boat had almost caught up to them. They could hear one of the thugs over the boat's deafening motor. "We have you now, Agent Cleo and Agent Evan!" "Faster!" Evan screamed. "This is as fast as it goes!" Cleo cried. Evan reached around Cleo and pressed another button. This one looked like a tiny flame. The engine roared and the Jet Ski rocketed forward through the narrow path under the bridge. The masked men barely had time to leap clear before their boat slammed into the bridge and exploded. Flames burst toward them, licking at their backs. Evan and Cleo circled around to see the masked men bobbing in the water. "Hmm," Cleo said. "What's wrong?" Evan asked. "We're spies, right? Aren't we supposed to say something clever right now?" Evan thought for a moment. "How about, 'Nice day for a swim.'" Cleo shook her head. Evan felt a buzzing against his thigh. He fished a phone out of his pocket. The screen read avery phillips. A man's head appeared. "Agent Evan," the man said. "Are you and Agent Cleo fooling with the agency's Jet Ski?" Before Evan could answer, the man said, "Well, enough of that. Return to base at once." "Where is base?" Evan asked. "You're spies," the man said. "Figure it out." Excerpted from The Spy's Secret by Eric Luper All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
