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

apparel. Luke looked relieved.
    “Are you done embarrassing yourself for today?” he asked.
    Somehow I doubted so. I sniffed and ignored him. There was a pizza box open on the coffee table and a few slices left in it.
    “You ordered pizza?”
    “Well, it’s a funny thing,” Luke said, “I opened the door and there was this guy just standing there offering me pizza. Even when I hadn’t ordered it.”
    So he was being sarcastic. At least he was talking to me.
    “How long have you been here?” I asked Tom.
    “Oh, a while.” He didn’t take his eyes off the TV. “You okay?”
    “Never better.” I threw myself at the beanbag by Luke’s feet and reached for some pizza. Pizza always makes me feel better.
    “I mean after last night. I called to see how you were and Luke told me to come over.”
    I flicked my gaze up at Luke but he was still watching the TV.
    “Did he now?”
    “Didn’t know you two were an item.”
    “That makes two of us,” Luke said, still not looking at me. Hmm. Maybe he wasn’t talking to me after all.
    Tom looked between the two of us, his eyes smiling but the rest of his face immobile. “Right,” he said slowly. “So, that guy from yesterday, Soph, was he just a mate then?”
    “Was,” I said.
    “You turn him in?”
    “We took care of him,” Luke said. He sounded like a hitman.
    “So do I like have to make a statement or something?”
    “Write it down,” Luke said. “I’ll take it in.”
    Tom frowned, but he didn’t argue. The match ended, Man U won and I finished off the pizza, feeling better for it. In half an hour, I’d drunk a whole two litre bottle of water. I felt better for that, too, although my bladder was bursting.
    When I came back from the loo, Tom was shrugging into his coat. “Said I’d be back an hour ago,” he said. I nodded.
    “Nice of you to drop by.”
    “Just to see you’re okay.” He kissed my cheek. Aw. Sweet lovely Tom.
    I bet those are words that aren’t said very often.
    “How are you getting home?” I asked, knowing he didn’t drive.
    “Train.”
    Luke caught my eye and shook his head. I knew what he was thinking. The last person who’d helped me apprehend a criminal had been shredded.
    “I’ll give you a lift.”
    “Are you legal to drive?”
    I scowled at him. “Yes.”
    Luke raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. I stomped back into the bedroom, pulled on a sweater and jeans and came back out for my trainers and keys. Luke was still standing there, watching me. I know I looked a wreck but really, he wasn’t allowed to comment.
    “ What ?”
    “What are you going to drive?”
    “Te—” Ted was at Luke’s house. “Bollocks.”
    “I’ll give you a lift,” Luke said to Tom, who nodded.
    “Wait! I’m coming too. I want my car.”
    Luke rolled his eyes but didn’t complain. First time for everything.
    We were all silent in the car. Tom was in the front and messed around with the radio, trying to get X-FM and mercifully failing. I had a feeling that Luke’s musical tastes might differ from Tom’s quite considerably.
    “Are you coming to the Cambridge gig on Saturday?” Tom asked as he got out of the car.
    “Where?”
    “Dunno. Ask Chalker.”
    “Like he ever knows anything,” I grumbled as I got into the front seat. “See you, Tom.”
    “See you.”
    He and Luke nodded at each other, then Tom was gone, sneaking into the garden for a crafty fag before his parents saw him. Luke turned the car around and drove away.
    “Will you be all right on your own tonight?”
    “If I throw up any more, I’ll be bringing up organs,” I said. “I’ll be fine. I feel okay.”
    This was a lie. My brain felt fat and sluggish and my body matched. But I didn’t feel like I was going to die any more, which was a definite improvement.
    We got back to Luke’s house, the yard silhouetted by a security light, and sat silently for a few seconds in the dark car. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs, feeling better for it.
    “Look,” we both began at the same time, and then both stopped. “You first,” Luke said.
    “I’m really sorry about this afternoon. I don’t know what was wrong with me.”
    “You were really drunk?”
    “Well, yes…”
    “Everyone gets pissed once in a while, Sophie,” Luke said, and I wondered, Even you ? “Just don’t do it on duty, okay?”
    “Did you get anything from his room?”
    He shrugged. “If he’s involved in this, he’s hiding it damn well.”
    “He wants to see me