Mrs. Undercover Instant

“No. It’s a low-yield practice device. Disarm it, and you’re in.”

That night, after the kids were asleep, Dave found her in the kitchen, staring at the empty floral dish. Mrs. Undercover

Mrs. Eleanor Undercover—yes, that was her real married name, a cosmic joke she’d long since accepted—was living proof. “The Serpent is back

“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.” offer me a snack?”

Brenda stepped inside. The moment the door closed, she dropped the smile. “Agent Phoenix. You’re harder to find than a needle in a haystack.”

The Serpent laughed. “What are you going to do, offer me a snack?”