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She scooted to the edge of her seat in delicious anticipation. “Let’s have it.”
    â€œThere are three tablets in the drawer embedded in the base of the aquarium,” Uncle Sam said. “Take notes.”
    Theresa ran over and retrieved the tablets and passed them out to her eager counterparts. “Ready, Sammy,” she said, placing her fingers on the keys expectantly.
    â€œYou’re all to report for duty tomorrow—that’s Monday morning—at ten a.m.,” Uncle Sam instructed. “Jo, you’ll pose as Selma Ribiero, a Brazilian-American daughter of wealthy parentage. You’re interning at InterCorp so that you can learn the ins and outs of big business.”
    Jo grinned wickedly.
    â€œAlready dreaming about rubbing elbows with Ewan Gallagher?” Caylin teased.
    â€œNo,” Jo said lightly. “Just dreaming about saving the world, that’s all.”
    Caylin laughed. “I do that, too, but it doesn’t make me blush.”
    â€œLet’s move on,” Uncle Sam admonished. “Theresa,you’ll be posing as Tiffany Heileman, an American who’s interning at the ballet in the props department.”
    â€œTiffany?” Theresa scoffed. “Does a bleach job and frosted pink lip gloss come with that alias?”
    Uncle Sam remained silent. While she couldn’t see his face, Theresa could practically feel his glare.
    â€œSorry,” she murmured. “Tiffany’s . . . great. No complaints from me.”
    â€œGood.” Uncle Sam cleared his throat. “Caylin, you’re posing as Australian exchange student Muriel Hewitt, who’s ushering at the theater for some extra cash.”
    â€œAll righty, mate!” she replied in her best Aussie accent. “If I can’t surf down under, at least I can talk about it.”
    â€œThe information on where to go and who to report to is in the locked safety-deposit box under the sink,” Uncle Sam continued, “and the key is taped to a sour spot in the refrigerator.”
    â€œSour spot?” Theresa repeated. “Let’s see—sour cream, sour milk, sweet-and-sour sauce. . . .”
    Uncle Sam chuckled. “Your wardrobes will be delivered shortly.”
    â€œWhoo-hoo!” Jo and Caylin cheered.
    â€œBut answer the door only to those who use the secret buzz.”
    The intercom suddenly buzzed. Two short, two long.
    Caylin rolled her eyes.
    â€œI saw that!” Uncle Sam said.
    â€œSaw what?” Caylin asked innocently.
    â€œThe eye roll, that’s what,” he said, thankfully not sounding too mad. “You’re on video cam, too.”
    â€œReally? Where is it?” Theresa said, looking up, down, and all around to track the location of the hidden lens.
    â€œYou tell me,” he dared.
    Theresa went to the aquarium and began to inspect it inch by inch. “Check it out!” she called. “One of those fish swimming behind Uncle Sam is actually a camera.”
    â€œOkay, Sam, you got me,” Caylin said as she looked directly into the faux goldfish’s mouth, where a camera lens was hidden. “But isn’t a secret buzz a little much?”
    â€œNot if the people on the other side of the door have guns,” Uncle Sam said.
    â€œGood point,” Jo admitted.
    â€œGood point indeed. And good night.” Uncle Sam’s shadowy image dissolved into the aquarium’s crystal blue water.
    â€œThis is totally wild,” Jo said.
    â€œI’ll say,” Caylin agreed. “I’ve always wanted to be an Aussie!” She broke into her best Sydney accent. “Let’s go suss out that sour spot.”
    Jo and Caylin ambushed the fridge while Theresa checked out the equipment.
    â€œThis kitchen is loaded,” Theresa noted. “Fresh fruit, juice machine, espresso . . . why go out?”
    â€œWhere’s that key . . . ,” Caylin grumbled.