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you go, Watson,” Caylin said, picking up her bags and jaunting toward the door with a new spring in her step. “What did you think the three-S stood for?”
    â€œThree spies, of course,” Theresa said. “Hey, who’s got the key?”
    Caylin produced the envelope that a stern flight attendant had slipped to her during the flight. Inside were two keys. Caylin unlocked the heavy, hand-carved door and pushed it open. “Okay—I bet three means third floor,” Caylin said, heading for the steep stairwell before them.
    â€œNo elevator?” Jo whined, looking disdainfully at the water-stained walls and worn gray carpet covering the stairs. “This is a far cry from the Ritz.”
    Indeed, the worn-down carpet and water-stained walls looked positively dilapidated compared to the decadent digs they’d dwelled in just days earlier.
    When they reached the third floor and laid eyes on the scratched-up door marked 3-S, their expectations deflated even further.
    â€œThis is a nightmare,” Jo said, her nose wrinkled.
    â€œYou can say that again,” Caylin agreed, turning the key in the lock. But when the door swung wide, she gasped. “Check it out!” she cheered, spinning around to soak in the red velvet couch, the ornate woodwork, the abstract art on the walls, the giant aquarium.
    â€œCan you say delish ?” Theresa exclaimed. She slipped her sneakers off and ran her bare feet over the soft oriental rug. “The Tower has really outdone itself this time.”
    â€œToo cool!” Jo squealed, dumping her bags and dashing into a bedroom. “Whoa—a four-post canopy bed!” she hollered, prompting Theresa and Caylin to run in after her.
    â€œTalk about perfect!” Theresa shrilled.
    â€œHurry up,” Caylin prodded after scanning the room. “I want to see more!”
    All the bedrooms had massive canopy beds and antique decor. The ceilings had to be fifteen feet high, with long windows framed by heavy red velvet drapes.
    â€œCheck out the new laptop in here,” Caylin said, pointing into the middle bedroom. “Man, this room is totally equipped!”
    Theresa gasped. “Mine!” She marched in and dropped her bag by the bed, gazing lovingly at the setup before her. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine! Ooh, I’ve been dying to get my hands on one of these!” Theresa plopped into the high-back wooden chair and punched away furiously at the keys. “Wow. A good computer can be so . . . sexy .”
    Jo grabbed Theresa’s arm and yanked her away from the laptop.
    â€œHey!”
    â€œNo net surfing till we see the rest of the place!” Jo ordered. “Let’s check out the living room.”
    â€œAnd the fridge!” Caylin added.
    En route to the kitchen Theresa spied a note resting on the corner of the massive antique dining room table.“Uh-oh, gal pals,” she exclaimed. “We have a love letter!”
    As Theresa snatched up the paper, Caylin and Jo dashed over at lightning speed.
    â€œPush the red button on the aquarium,” Theresa read, glancing up at Caylin and Jo with a quizzical look in her eyes.
    â€œGo for it,” Caylin instructed.
    Theresa pressed the red button on top of the aquarium. Nothing happened.
    â€œPress it again,” Caylin said, reaching for it.
    â€œNo, wait,” Theresa replied. “Look.”
    The long side of the aquarium actually flickered. Gradually Uncle Sam’s shadowed face appeared in the glass.
    â€œThat’s so cool!” Theresa exclaimed, meeting Jo’s and Caylin’s gazes. “You can still see the fish. Is this an LCD or what?”
    â€œThat’s top secret, Theresa,” Uncle Sam replied.
    â€œNo fair.”
    The Spy Girls plopped down on the expensive-looking chairs and couches around the living room.
    â€œTime to get down to business, ladies,” he said.
    â€œCool,” Caylin replied.