Mrs. Undercover -

“Not anymore.” Brenda pulled a sleek phone from her bra. “The Serpent is back. He’s built a new network, and he’s targeting the suburb of Oak Grove for a test run—a dirty bomb hidden in the elementary school. Detonation: 3:00 PM. That’s four hours.”

“Big day here, too,” Ellie said, pouring his coffee. “Mia has a playdate. Leo has a dentist appointment. And I have to figure out why the neighbor’s new ‘gardening shed’ has thermal signatures consistent with a small missile launcher.” Mrs. Undercover

Until the casserole arrived.

Brenda met her in the parking lot. “Clean sweep. No civilian casualties.” “Not anymore

That was the problem. After ten years of marriage, three of them deep undercover as a wife , Ellie had become her disguise. The Agency had stopped calling. Her handler, a chain-smoking cynic named Harris, had retired to a shrimp boat in the Gulf. She was, for all intents and purposes, a ghost. Detonation: 3:00 PM

“Rough day?” he asked.