[Gallagher Girls 02 ] - Cross My Heart & Hope To Spy - Элли Картер

Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy

Gallagher Girls Book 1

Ally Carter

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Acknowledgments

I'm tremendously grateful to all the people who have helped bring the Gallagher Girls to life—especially the wonderfully talented Donna Bray, whose support has meant more than I can ever say Also, I owe a great deal to Ananne Lewin and the entire Hyperion team of whom I am continually in awe

I would also like to thank my agent, Kristin Nelson, also, Jennifer Lynn Barnes and Karen Walters for all of their incredible support And, of course, I owe everything to my family, who have always been there for me

And last but certainly not least, I thank all the wonderful readers, like Victoria Sperow, Kami Elrod, Kelsey Wehmhoff, Paul Hollingsworth, Neha Mahajan, and Kara McBrayer, who make it all worthwhile

For Faith & Lily

the next generation of Gallagher Girls

Chapter One

“Just be yourself," my mother said, as if that were easy. Which it isn't. Ever. Especially not when you're fifteen and don't know what language you're going to have to speak at lunch, or what name you'll have to use the next time you do a "project" for extra credit. Not when your nickname is "the Chameleon."

Not when you go to a school for spies.

Of course, if you're reading this, you probably have at least a Level Four clearance and know all about the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women—that it isn't really a boarding school for privileged girls, and that, despite our gorgeous mansion and manicured grounds, we're not snobs. We're spies. But on that January day, even my mother…even my headmistress…seemed to have forgotten that when you've spent your whole life learning fourteen different languages and how to completely alter your appearance using nothing but nail clippers and shoe polish, then being yourself gets a little harder—that we Gallagher Girls are really far better at being someone else.

(And we've got the fake IDs to prove it.)

My mother slipped her arm around me and whispered, "It's going to be okay, kiddo," as she guided me through the crowds of shoppers that filled Pentagon City Mall. Security cameras tracked our every move, but still my mother said, "It's fine. It's protocol. It's normal."