Undetectable (Great Minds Thriller) Read Online Free

it’s impossible,” the Organizer said. He was trying not to sound dismissive. “Well, for the simplest reason. Target comes out into the open in ten days, yes?” He smiled and resumed walking. He shook his head and stared up at the sky, a cloudless September blue.
     
    “Because you can’t ,” he said. “There’s no way to train anyone that fast.”
     

Bullshit
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Danny appeared at Kevin’s door at the end of the second period. As promised.
     
    “Mr. Brooks,” he said, still in that overly formal tone. The grin was back on his face.
     
    “Mr. Fisher.” Kevin collected his few possessions, then turned back to Danny. “There’s nothing on my schedule for this block,” he said.
     
    “Lounge on the third floor,” Danny explained briskly. And then he gave him another look. “You really are out of it,” he said under his breath. “Sure you’re okay?”
     
    Kevin nodded. “No sweat,” he said, and walked quickly out of the room. He found the stairwell in the hall, and once he had made it to the third floor he found a door without any numbers on it. Clearly, this was not a room where students were meant to go. He knocked once and walked in slowly.
     
    The teachers’ lounge was a very tight space. There was a snack table in the middle surrounded by three armchairs, as well as a small refrigerator in the far corner. Brown carpeting covered the floor. Two of the chairs were already occupied , and t he men sitting there looked toward the door as Kevin entered . O ne of them gave a little grunt of forbearance. “Mother of God,” he said. “ Another new guy?” This man was overweight, sloppily dressed, and tired-looking. His tie hung low and loose on his shirt, and his gray hair lay in thin strands across the top of his head.
     
    “Oh, shut up, Ronny,” said the other teacher. He stood up quickly. “Make an effort,” he added. This man was young and very thin, and he was reaching out now, simultaneously waving Kevin over and trying to shake hands. “Come on and have a seat. I’m Jean Lengard. Biology. This is Ronny.”
     
    “ Ron ,” said the older man, who made no effort to rise from his chair. He had his head propped up in one hand, and his eyes were fixed on a point somewhere among the dust and crumbs of the lounge’s brown rug. If Kevin had not heard him speak, he might have thought he was dozing.
     
    “I just call him that to annoy him,” Jean explained.
     
    “Overkill,” Ron grunted, still staring at the rug. “ Everything you do annoys me.”
     
    “Hush.”
     
    “I’m Kevin Brooks.” He shook hands with Jean and sat down in the third armchair.
     
    “Ronald Clemson,” the older man said, still without looking up. “Art, Photography, Graphic Design. You’re teaching math?”
     
    “That’s right.”
     
    “Eighth grade?”
     
    “As far as I can tell.”
     
    Ron gave a grudging nod at this, as though being a math teacher fell, in his opinion, at least one step above the position of gas station attendant. “Good thing,” Ron added. “Guy before you only lasted a year. He was a jackass. You’re not a jackass, are you Kevin?”
     
    And here Ronald Clemson looked up for the first time, fixing Kevin with a watery, red-eyed stare that was startling in its clarity. Kevin could see fierce intelligence behind his eyes.
     
    “Hope not,” Kevin said.
     
    “Uh-huh.” Ron seemed unimpressed. “Where were you before this?”
     
    “Tanner and Trevor.”
     
    “Never heard of it. What kind of name for a school is that?”
     
    Jean tried to interrupt. “Ronny, honey. Easy. It’s – ”
     
    “It’s not a school,” Kevin cut in smoothly. He was enjoying the conversation, despite Clemson’s tone. The whiff of confrontation was making his head feel better. Clearer. And that panicky voice from an hour ago – the one that had been so worried about him being ready – had gone completely silent.
     
    At least for the moment.
     
    Ron was