Ally Carter (born Sarah Leigh Fogleman on January 1, 1974) is an American author of young adult fiction and adult-fiction novels.
First time it's a stranger. Second time its just a coincidence. Third time it's a tail
Um…” Simon started slowly “at the risk of stating the obvious I feel I have to point out that Interpol has the worldʼs best database of international criminals. ” “Thatʼs the idea ” Gabrielle said with a nod. “And I feel compelled to remind you that weʼre international criminals ” he finished but Kat was already smiling. “Donʼt worry Simon. Itʼs not like anyone in there knows it was a bunch of teenagers who robbed the Henley.
I didn't know there were this many math guys," Hale said as they stepped onto the crowded concourse. Kat cleared her throat. "And women," he added. "Math women.
I think you’re freaked about what happened at Cambridge. I think it scared you. " “I’ve been through worse, Bex,” I said, joining her on the lower stairs. “Way worse. ” “Oh, not the attack. ” Bex raised her finger in contradiction. “What happened before the attack. I think you saw the future. Which is kind of freaky when - two months ago - you didn’t think you were going to have one.
Hale. " Kat sighed. "The headmaster's car? Really? That's not to cliched for you?" What can I say?" He shrugged. "I'm an old-fashioned guy. Besides, it's a classic for a reason. " He leaned against the window. "It's good to see you, Kat. " Kat didn't know what to say. It's good to see you, too? Thanks for getting me kicked out? Is it possible you've gotten even hotter? I think I might have missed you?
Across the room, Hale smiled slightly. 'We can draw you a diagram if you need it. ' 'No thanks,' Nick said. 'I think I've got everyone but you.
It is a little-known fact about covert operations that you will spend a lot of time with people you can’t really trust. They may be traitors and liars. We call them assets or informants. But mostly, in those days, I called him Zach.
If you don't want to be a victim, don't act like one.
Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?” I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. “Crazy. ” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy.
So I stepped away, reminding myself that when you're a spy, sometimes all you can do is go on. One foot in front of the other, wherever the narrow path might lead.
The whole summer lay ahead of us-time to rest, time to wait. And when the future comes-no matter what comes with it-I'll be smarter. I'll be stronger. I'll be ready.
Macey was just starting to argue when Abby asked, "What can you tell me about the gunmen?" "They're amateurs," Hale said at the exact same time Macey told her teacher, "They're pros.
You should have had the decency to die when you needed to. " “Sorry,” I admitted. “I’ve been going through a bit of a rebellious streak. I swear it’s almost over.
But Hale wasn't just a member of her crew who had messed up. He was Hale. Her Hale. And Kat just wanted him back.
Trust. We stake our lives on it, but it's a subject that not even the Gallagher Academy can teach. When do you let your guard down? Who do you let in? And I knew at that moment, as I sat beside my mother, bathing in the warm spring light, that those were the questions a good spy never stops asking
Acting like you don’t care is a whole lot easier when you don’t care
Sometimes the biggest lies we tell are to ourselves.
Even the longest con was never more than an assortment of moments that were in themselves very very short.
"No," Preston snapped. But he didn't protest long because, if I'm going to be honest - which is kind of the point of these reports - I was already unzipping his pants.
Kat looked at Hale. "I've never heard Marcus talk this much. " "Yeah," Hale whispered. "I'm trying to decide if I like it. " Just then, Marcus took the ruler and struck Eddie in the stomach. "Hale men speak from the diaphragm!" Hale nodded. "I definitely like it.