I, Spy? (Sophie Green Mysteries, No. 1) (Sophie Green Mystery)

not illegal, is it?” It probably was. Section 12, paragraph 16: Government Agents shall not date cute Norwegians. That would pretty much be my luck.
    “You do have work to do.”
    “I have been Googling all afternoon. I found something on Wright but it wasn’t very interesting. Just that he said in November he wanted to buy up an airline. I ’mailed it to you.”
    “Did you find anything on Harvard?”
    “You mean Harvey?” I teased. “I still don’t think it’s him. I mean, I don’t think Harvey is Harvard.”
    “I think he is. You’ve seen how he tends to turn up a lot. I don’t believe in coincidences.”
    I made a face. “I tried all those numbers. They’ve never heard of him.”
    “Then isn’t that suspicious?”
    “Maybe he just wants to protect his privacy.”
    “Yeah. Maybe he doesn’t want to be found.”
    I sighed and looked around. Sven was alone, apparently having failed to convince Tom on the merits of Eek!
    “I should get back,” I said.
    “Try to sound happier about it.”
    What did he expect? “My head hurts. You keep trashing my  

friends—”
    “Harvard is not your friend.”
    “I got another finger.”
    Luke sighed. “What’d you do with it?”
    “Freezer. And by the way, who gave you permission to break in and have my locks changed?”
    I may have said that a little loudly. People were giving Luke looks of disgust.
    “I was trying to keep you out.”
    “You failed.” I gave him a brittle smile. “Are you going to follow me home?”
    “Probably.”
    “I’ll see you then.”
    As I walked away, Luke called out, “Did he notice your hair?”
    I ignored him and walked back over to Sven, whose face lit up. “Who were you talking to?”
    “Old friend. Mate of the band.” How could he not see that Luke was Luca? It was blindingly obvious.
    “He didn’t look happy to see you.”
    “Hmm. Yeah. We used to go out.”
    “But you finished with him?”
    “Er, yeah.”
    “Then he must be sad. I would be.” Sven gave me a puppy-dog look, and I smiled. He was really sweet.
    The band started up again, and I turned to listen. Tom was singing “Don’t Listen To Him”, which is an old one of theirs and one of my favourites. He kept looking over at me.
    How sweet! He knows I love this song. Everyone was being very sweet to me today.
    Apart from Luke, that is. He was watching me and scowling. I raised my glass in salute and tried not to grimace at the lager.
    Sven put his arm around my shoulders and I snuggled up to him, giving Luke a smug look. But Luke wasn’t listening. He was talking on his phone.
    Hmph.
    They finished the song, and Tom looked around the room.
    “How is everybody?”
    There was a babble of noise as people yelled stuff back.
    “Yeah, the same to you. Good to see so many old faces…and so many new ones…” He looked over at me again. I’d brought a new face. I beamed back at him. “Don’t nobody go nowhere.”
    The next song started, and Sven stood up. “Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.”
    So polite. Most of the Ace boys would be like, “I’m going for a slash. Back in five.” Not Sven. He’s so polite.
    Even if he is a little boring.
    But politeness is important. We can’t all be entertainers.
    Luke loped over. “Got rid of him?”
    “He’s gone to the bathroom.”
    “Let’s hope he locks himself in, eh?” He waved his phone. “Just got a call from Lexy. James Harvard checked into the airport Hilton half an hour ago.”
    Alexa had access to hotel records? Put paid to any ideas of a dirty weekend.
    Although, if it was with Sven, it’d be worth it to piss Luke off.
    “So what does that mean?” I asked. “Is Wright there too?”
    “No.” Luke frowned. “But that means we can check out his room easier.”
    “We?”
    “Yes. We. I need you to get in there.”
    “And how am I supposed to do that?”
    “I don’t know, you did it before. Play your cards right, you might even get to sleep with him this time.”
    I slapped him for that, and it felt good .
    Luke put his hand up to his face, and slowly brought it back down again, his eyes on mine. I was partly horrified to see a handprint appearing there. And partly proud.
    “So now we match,” he said, touching my cheek, and I flinched.
    “You’re such an arsehole.”
    “Says she, going out with someone who doesn’t even ask her what she wants to drink.”
    I opened my mouth, but Luke got there first.
    “You’ve hardly touched it. I saw your face when you