Never call me a spy. Part two. Nataliya Bogoluibova

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      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.