And there's a cop over there." "What?" the boy said, glancing at the D.C. police officer that stood at the corner of the street, "You think that guys can do a better job protecting you than I can?" Actually, I thought Liz could have done a better job "protecting" me than he could, but instead I said, "No, I think if you don't leave me alone, I can scream and that cop will arrest you." Somehow the boy seemed to know it was a joke.

You don't need a search warrant to go through someone's trash. Seriously. Once it hits the curb it is totally fair game - you an look it up.

Time. I would have gone somewhere to buy time.

If you don't want to be a victim, don't act like one.

All these years I'd thought being a spy was challenging. Turns out, being a girl is the tricky part.

Sure, this was where her father had planned the De Beers diamond heist when she was three. It was the very room where her uncle had orchestrated the hijacking of eighty percent of the world's caviar when she was seven.

The older generation sat looking at the younger, and Kat wondered exactly when and how the baton had been passed. She wanted to know if it was too late to give it back.