been?”
Keays exploded with another short, sharp laugh. It echoed round the room. “Ha! A leak!” He shook his head quickly. “Impossible. I’ve got to tell you, Felix,” he stared into the boy’s eyes, “I don’t blame you for being mad. It makes me mad too, and I’m not the one whose parents are being held by NJ7 right now. To be honest, I don’t even know what they plan to do with them. They can’t use them against Jimmy, because as far as they know Jimmy is dead. Maybe it’s a kind of insurance. I don’t know. But it’s something I’d like to find out.”
Felix was about to jump in with another question, but Keays cut him off. “And no, I have no idea how the security of the safehouse was breached. I have people looking into it right now. But one thing is for sure—double agents don’t exist any more. There is nobody in the CIA leaking classified information to NJ7. It’s a tactic that’s just too messy. The Russians demonstrated that for everybody back in the Cold War. It’s more likely to be from electronic espionage, or from one of their operatives working on American soil. We’ll have to tighten up our systems, that’s all.”
The colonel winked and it sent a shudder down Felix’s spine. He had the urge to spit, but managed to stop himself. Instead, he gave a deliberately over-the-top smile and a huge wink of his own.
“There’s good news as well, though,” Keays went on.
“Are you sending us back to the UK?” Helen asked, her voice sombre.
Keays nodded.
“What?” said Georgie and Felix together.
“I thought you would,” said Helen. “It’s for the best. We can look for Felix’s parents.” She ruffled his hair into an even more chaotic state than it was normally. “And find Chris too.” Her smile dissolved.
“Jimmy did what he did so that the rest of you wouldn’t have to be on the run for the rest of your lives,” Keays explained. “Realistically, we’d never be able to hide you as a family. It’s much harder than hiding just one person and NJ7 have the best resources in the world. They’d find you.”
“But now they think Jimmy’s dead,” said Georgie, “we have to go back to Britain?”
“Right.” Keays clapped his hands together. He sounded far too cheerful. “It’s time to go home!”
“Won’t Miss Bennett try to kill us again?”
“Ha! Don’t worry. She’s got no reason to hurt you now. And anyway, I can talk to her. I’ll sort everything out and you can be on a plane home by this afternoon.”
“What will you tell her?” Georgie asked.
“Don’t worry about it. You guys will be fully briefed and have a complete cover story. It’ll probably be something like this: you were all arrested for being in the US illegally. The authorities here obviously want to send you back to Britain, but I have to check with Miss Bennett whether you’re going to be in danger if that goes ahead. We’re not allowed to send people back home to be killed. If I know Miss Bennett at all, she’ll jump at this. She’d much rather have you under her nose where she can watch you, than see you thrown in prison over here.”
“Thrown in prison?” Georgie gasped.
“You wouldn’t really be, understand,” Keays quickly reassured her. “That’s just what Miss Bennett will think.”
Georgie nodded slowly. She was still far from certain that she should trust this man and she hated that he was so light-hearted. “Mum,” she said, trying to hold back tears.
“What’s the matter?” asked Helen, crouching down to take her daughter’s face in her hands. Georgie shivered at her touch.
“Don’t you know?” Georgie’s voice was unsteady and full of anger. Her mother just looked at her in astonishment, eyes wide. “How can you go ahead with this as if everything’s great? It’s never going to go back to normal, is it?”
“It won’t be normal exactly,” Helen said softly, “but we’ll get by. This is the only way. We’ll be able to have a life again.”
“Yeah,” scoffed Georgie. “Some life—with Dad running the country now as some kind of dictator. I suppose that’s OK, isn’t it?” Her voice was growing more and more sarcastic, and tears brimmed in her eyes. “And how can you act like it’s OK that we’re never going to see Jimmy again?”
Helen pulled her daughter towards her, but Georgie held back.
“We will see him again,” Helen insisted. “It might not be for a long time, but we will see him. One day we’ll all be back together. For the time being, isn’t it better that we’re alive and safe? Isn’t that better than running across the world with NJ7 trying to kill us every second of the day? That’s why Jimmy did this. He did it so we could stop running. You need to be back at school, getting on with your life, spending time with your friends…We need to go home.”
Georgie wiped her eyes. “How will it be home without Jimmy? And without Dad?”
“We have to try.”
“You don’t even remember,” Georgie mumbled.
“Remember what?”
Georgie stared at her mother for a long time, her face full of bitterness. Then she looked past her, to Felix.
After a long pause, Felix’s face lit up. “Oh my God!” he gasped. “You mean his birthday, right?”
Georgie nodded. “It’s next week.”
Helen stood up and ran her hands through her hair. “Is it nearly April already?” she whispered. “I guess with everything else I didn’t notice the date.”
“I haven’t got him a present,” Felix blurted out.
“Of course you haven’t,” said Georgie. “When have we had time for shopping?”
“Yeah, but, you know, a birthday’s a birthday, even if you are on the run from the Secret Service. You know what? I think they should have some kind of rule that nobody is allowed to try to kill you on your birthday.” Georgie rolled her eyes. Once Felix got started, there was no point trying to stop him. “And if you do try to kill someone on their birthday, they should be allowed to keep all your presents when it’s your birthday. And your cards. No wait, you can keep your cards. Nobody wants cards anyway. So just the presents.”
“You’re a nutcase,” Georgie mumbled—but a smile had crept on to her face. Felix was bursting with energy again and bouncing on the spot.
He turned to Colonel Keays. “Can we send Jimmy a card?” he asked suddenly. “It can be secret. Nobody has to know about it but us. And Jimmy, obviously. And you can give it to him. You can, can’t you?”
Colonel Keays was taken aback. “Jimmy’s deep in hiding,” he mumbled. “A team of agents is making sure nobody knows who he is. He’s officially dead.”
“But he can still have a birthday, can’t he?”
Keays shook his head in wonder and let out a deep chuckle. “Jimmy’s lucky
