looked out of the window and saw a bunch of BFI special agents up in the tree by the neighbor’s house.
“Why are they setting up covert surveillance on the house? An ordinary family of three, no special agents there. The kid is interested in spy tools and stories. He couldn’t be involved in a spy game, could he?”
She saw a boy coming out of the house. He was in a hurry. Emma decided to follow him in disguise. She took out her green Invisible Scarf. This was the spy tool she adored to use. It was so thrilling to walk invisible for everyone! She dried her paws with a towel because wet prints could betray her. Then she started snooping. Unseen and unheard.
“Notaspy will be all right; he’ll be all right. I must apply a sterile dressing! I need disinfectant, pain medication, more bandages and plasters,” Colin said in grieve agitation.
His hands were trembling in despair. He hurried to the nearest pharmacy. Emma heard the key word. The boy mentioned Notaspy. She raced to the house and found the meerkat. He was unconscious, his right forepaw was injured.
“Spinning knives! That’s too old–fashioned,” Emma mumbled and reached for her spy first aid kit. “Hold on! Help is on the way! All these years I’d thought being a spy was challenging. Turns out, being a doctor is even more.”
“I’m going insane!” She heard a troubled voice. Colin was standing in the doorway. He saw bandages and vials of iodine jumping over the meerkat. The boy rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Emma remembered that she had forgotten to remove the Spy Scarf. She was invisible to him.
“Don’t be scared. I’m Emma. I followed you here. I’ll become visible in eight seconds,” she said softly to Colin.
The boy felt he was suffocating with amazement and joy.
“Emma? The best BCI undercover agent? In my house? No one would believe me,” the boy yelled with sheer delight.
CHAPTER SIX
Notaspy regained consciousness in a few hours. “Hunter’s on my trail,” he whispered to Emma. “I’m removed from duty and suspended pending further investigation!”
“The BFI agents are watching the house. No prizes for guessing why,” she said. “Hunter’s looking for the jewelries.”
“I’ve never actually seen the jewelries firsthand! Hunter has set me up!” The meerkat blinked in bewilderment.
“Tell me everything!” Emma asked. The meerkat nodded and gave her a play-by-play of his memory.
He said in a weak voice, “I decided to visit the Royal Museum as a private person. It was two days after the theft.”
“Was there anything unusual that day?”
“Nothing. I slipped on the wet floor. It’s not a big deal.”
“You slipped on the wet floor and…?”
“I slipped and fell. I noticed a keychain under the museum showcase. I picked it up. That’s all,” Notaspy was too embarrassed to say more. He was breathing heavily.
“Did anyone else see you picking it up?”
“Hunter. He was at the Royal Museum, too.”
“What was he doing there at that moment?”
“I don’t know. He might be interested in the culture of Egypt,” the meerkat looked doubtful.
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