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certainly not provided by electricity. Jo rubbed her hands together in anticipation of having a superfox like Jonathon working on the Spy Girls’ side—or better yet, right by her-and- only -her side.
    â€œJonathon Nicholson is nineteen years old,” Uncle Sam began, his tone ominous. “Born and raised in America, he, like his father, is being schooled at Oxford. However, last week Jonathon took leave from his studies with noexplanation, winding up in the service of his father at the embassy. The Tower has reason to believe this event is linked to the murder of Special Agent Frank Devaroux, who was found dead on the embassy grounds almost simultaneously.”
    Jo’s giddy excitement whooshed out of her like air out of a balloon. Her blood chilled instantly.
    â€œDead?” Theresa squealed.
    â€œJonathon is our primary suspect,” Uncle Sam announced.
    â€œBut look at that gorgeous face,” Caylin lamented. “How could Jonathon possibly be involved with icing an agent?”
    â€œLooks can be deceiving,” Jo said flatly. The man who had killed her father might have looked like James Dean, but he had the heart of Charles Manson. Correction, Jo thought. He had no heart at all.
    As Jonathon’s picture was replaced by a hazy one of a smiling Special Agent Devaroux, Jo instantly wished she could take back all the hormonally hysterical thoughts she’d had about the creep who had more than likely killed him. I bet Agent Devaroux never knew what hit him, Jothought, an image of her father’s face flashing in her mind. Well, once I set my sights on Jonathon Nicholson, he’ll never know, either!
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    Caylin studied the face of Special Agent Devaroux, her heart pumping—with excitement or dread, she couldn’t tell. But she ignored her heartbeat and perked up her ears when Uncle Sam continued his narration.
    â€œAfter the Soviet Union broke up, a great number of nuclear warheads went unaccounted for,” he began. “A rumor has been floating around that a complete list of these purloined nuclear weapons—along with their exact locations—exists and has been hidden away somewhere in Europe. Special Agent Devaroux had narrowed the location down to the U.S. Embassy in London, but as far as we know, he got no further.”
    â€œI’ll say,” Theresa whispered.
    â€œThe Tower has reason to believe that Jonathon Nicholson is working with terrorist forces to acquire this list,” Uncle Sam went on. “The timing of Devaroux’s death, so close to Jonathon’s sudden arrival at the embassy, onlyserves to bolster this belief. If Jonathon and his terrorist allies are successful, the list could be used to jeopardize world safety. That is why the three of you are assigned to gather information about Jonathon’s daily activities, his partners in crime, and what you believe to be his motivations and report back with them on a daily basis.”
    As Jonathon’s picture reappeared on-screen, Caylin whistled. “For a bad guy he sure is looking gooooood  !”
    â€œHe’s hotter than Arizona in July,” Theresa agreed, fanning herself. “You should have no problem tailing him , Jo,” she joked. To Caylin’s utter surprise, Jo remained silent and tight-lipped. She was about to check Jo for a pulse when Uncle Sam’s voice-over started again.
    â€œFrom this moment forward,” he said gravely, “you will learn things on a need-to-know basis. You’ll soon arrive at the Ritz hotel on Piccadilly. Once there, check in under the name Camilla Stevens. The desk staff has been prepped to receive you and take you immediately to your suite, which will serve as your base of operations for the duration of your mission. You’ll find further information in the suite’s safe, combination thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six.”
    â€œBarbie’s measurements!”