The Lilac Code
best friend Genny is judging a celebrity bake-off near DC, so it’s
the perfect opportunity for a girl’s getaway. With fun-loving
Granny Bert in tow, the trio heads to the very heart of the Intel
community. Deep in alphabet soup territory—surrounded by CIA, NSA,
FBI and more—it takes only moments for things to go awry.
Columbia Inn at Peralynna. How can they know its ties to the spy world
will soon spin them into its web?
her over-action imagination. She’s listened to too many spy tales,
spun by the innkeeper herself. The stories of espionage and agents
are intriguing, but too incredible to be real. The Texans know
nothing about secret codes and counterintelligence. They’ve never
heard of The Lilac Code, or the illusive agent-for-hire known simply as Kalypso.
precious twins. She’s raised them to do the right thing, no matter
the consequence, but will their quest for justice put them in danger?
time, the twins risk everything to save their school, while deep in
spy territory, Madison and Genny race against the clock—and the
elements—to save Granny Bert’s life.
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Madison lifted their suitcases onto the proffered stands, grunting under the effort of her own bag. “I must have packed in my sleep, because I swear, I don’t remember this being so heavy this morning,” she muttered. She unzipped the basic black rolling bag and gasped. She rifled through the contents, not recognizing a single item. Most of it was folders, books, and ledgers. No wonder it was so heavy!
“I have someone else’s luggage!” she stated with delayed realization.
“What are you mumbling about in here?” Granny Bert asked, returning from the bathroom.
“I have the wrong suitcase! This isn’t mine.”
“How in tarnation did that happen?”
“I have no idea. Wait. The attendant stowed my luggage for me,” she recalled. “I was one of the last people off the plane, which means that someone else mistook my luggage for theirs.” She sank onto the side of the bed with a horrified sigh. “That means that they have mine, and I don’t have a thing to wear!”
“Look on the bright side. You’ve needed a new wardrobe. Derron found you a few new pieces, but you still need a major update.”
“Not like this, I don’t! I don’t even have a pair of underwear to change into.”
“Relax, they have stores up here. There was a mall near the restaurant where we ate.”
Madison continued to bemoan her troubles. “This is terrible, just terrible. My favorite pair of boots were in that bag!”
“So call the airport, explain the mix-up, and see if the other person has already returned your bag. I’ll bet it’s there waiting on you.”
“You’re right. I should call the airport.”
Her grandmother clicked her tongue. “What would you do without me? All this time, I thought I was the beauty and you were the brains, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I’ve been both, all along.”
In no mood for her grandmother’s shenanigans, Madison already had her phone in her hand.
Three calls and an hour later, the news wasn’t good. No one reported a missing suitcase, nor had they returned a piece of mistaken luggage. Without any identification on the bag in Madison’s possession, they advised that she hang on to it until someone claimed it. Returning it to the airport could result in permanent loss.
“This is crazy. I can’t believe they told me to just keep someone else’s luggage!” Madison fumed.
“For all the good it does you. Nothing but a bunch of papers, from what I can tell. What little I read didn’t even make sense,” Granny Bert groused.
“I’m sure they told the other person to just keep mine, as well!” she continued to rant. “This is ridiculous.”
“Let’s find a store and buy you some new clothes, at least something for tonight and tomorrow,” Genny suggested. “We’ll come back, have a glass of wine, and call it a night. You can call the airport again in the morning. Even if no one has returned your suitcase, at least someone on the morning shift may be more helpful.”
“They certainly can’t be any more inept that the idiots working the phones this evening!”
“Calm down, Maddy. It’s going to be fine.” Genny stroked her friend’s arms in a comforting gesture.
“You were right, you know. Something bad did happen.” Madison threw her hands up in exasperation. “I lost all my underwear!”
Granny Bert snickered. “Somehow, I don’t think Genny had a premonition about you losing your underwear.”
“Go ahead. Laugh. Make a joke. It’s fine for you. You have something to sleep in tonight.”
and Forgotten Boxes, always dreamed of being an author. In November
of '13, that dream became a reality. Since that time, she has
published eleven books, won first place honors for Best Mystery
Series, Best Suspense Fiction and Best Audio Book, and has introduced
her imaginary friends to readers around the world.
unraveling a good mystery, and coffee. She loves to travel, but
believes coming home to her family and her Texas ranch is the best
part of any trip. Becki is a member of the Association of Texas
Authors, the National Association of Professional Women, and the
Brazos Writers organization. She attended Texas A&M University
and majored in Journalism.
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