Ellie looked at the casserole. The clicking was getting faster. “This isn’t tuna surprise, is it?”
Somewhere in Langley, a dusty file was reopened. Across the top, in red ink, someone had written: ACTIVE. DO NOT DISTURB. SHE’S EXACTLY WHERE SHE NEEDS TO BE. Mrs. Undercover
Until the casserole arrived.
“Welcome to the neighborhood!” the woman chirped. “I’m Brenda. I live three doors down. Just brought you my famous tuna surprise.” Ellie looked at the casserole