Evelyn's bedroom on the second floor offered a clear vantage point of the Stanson property.
I leaned out the window, scanning the walls for a potential way in.
Noticing my frustrated expression, Evelyn stood confidently, puffing out her chest.
"I have a plan," she declared.
Perhaps every teen had a special agent dream, but some of them were dying to make them come true. Evelyn, a die-hard fan of the 007 franchise, had even been begging me to join her for the latest installment.
Her "plan" involved me climbing onto her shoulders to vault over the wall.
"Or," she added excitedly, "we could just knock on the mayor's door and pretend to pay a friendly visit. Or—oh! What if we just pick the lock?"
Before I could respond, she lit up again. "Even better! What about a grappling hook? You co
