{"product_id":"a-most-clever-girl-isbn-9780593198407","title":"A Most Clever Girl","description":"\u003cb\u003eA thrilling novel of love, loyalty, and espionage, based on the incredible true story of Elizabeth Bentley, a Cold War double agent spying for the Russians and the United States, from \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Stephanie Marie Thornton.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e1963: Reeling from the death of her mother and President Kennedy’s assassination, Catherine Gray shows up on Elizabeth Bentley’s doorstep demanding answers to the shocking mystery she just uncovered about her family. What she doesn’t expect is for Bentley to ensnare her in her own story of becoming a controversial World War II spy and Cold War informer… \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRecruited by the American Communist Party to spy on fascists at the outbreak of World War II, a young Bentley—code name Clever Girl—finds she has an unexpected gift for espionage. But after falling desperately in love with her handler, Elizabeth makes another surprise discovery when she learns he is actually a Russian spy. Together, they will build the largest Soviet spy network in America and Elizabeth will become its uncrowned Red Spy Queen. However, once the war ends and the U.S. and U.S.S.R. become embroiled in the Cold War, it is Elizabeth who will dangerously clash with the NKVD, the brutal Soviet espionage agency. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Catherine listens to Elizabeth's harrowing tale, she discovers that the women's lives are linked in shocking ways. Faced with the idea that her entire existence is based on a lie, Catherine realizes that only Elizabeth Bentley can tell her what the truth really is.“Thornton is a rare talent who always pairs fast-pace writing with excellent research, and \u003ci\u003eA Most\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eClever Girl\u003c\/i\u003e is a fascinating true Cold War story by a gifted storyteller.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eStephanie Dray\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Women of Chateau Lafayette\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Take a firecracker of a plot and add to it the true story of a female double agent and the result is one explosive and unforgettable story. Elizabeth Bentley is a complicated and absorbing woman and her life as a spy for both the Russians and the Americans makes for a fascinating tale, told with immense skill by Stephanie Marie Thornton.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eNatasha Lester\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Paris Seamstress\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Harrowing anecdotes and juicy spycraft will keep readers turning the pages.”\u003cbr\u003e―\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thornton’s latest blends Cold War espionage thriller and biographical fiction into an engaging, difficult-to-put down story that readers will savor. … Readers who enjoyed Lara Prescott’s \u003ci\u003eThe Secrets We Kept\u003c\/i\u003e (2019) will be engrossed by this biographical novel about America’s Red Spy\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eQueen.”\u003cbr\u003e―\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This rich, captivating story of loyalty, love and espionage―based on true events!―takes place during WWII and the Cold War.\"\u003cbr\u003e―\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eWoman's World\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“John Le Carré has nothing on Stephanie Thornton. She takes the Cold War spy novel to a whole new level with this fast-paced, multifaceted drama about Elizabeth Bentley, the real-life Russian Spy turned FBI informant. Thornton gets to the heart of a woman seeking redemption after leading a tortured life of bad politics and impossible choices. I couldn’t put \u003ci\u003eA Most Clever Girl \u003c\/i\u003edown and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Bravo!”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eRenée Rosen\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003ePark Avenue Summer\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stephanie Marie Thornton’s \u003ci\u003eA Most Clever Girl\u003c\/i\u003e, the harrowing tale of an American Cold War spy, is as moving as it is thought provoking. Brimming with danger, unexpected twists, and heart-shattering love, the pages of this novel all but turned themselves. Nuanced, complicated characters not only kept me guessing until the very end, but stayed with me long after I finished the book. Captivating and unforgettable, this is a must read!”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eKristin Beck\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003eCourage, My Love\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thornton’s novel hews closely to the factual details of Elizabeth’s life but adds the emotional underpinnings that make her more than a lurid headline.…The wily Elizabeth snatches center stage and propels readers through the Red Scare and the opening years of the Cold War. Even though fictional, Thornton’s interpretation rings true and tragic.”\u003cbr\u003e―\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “With meticulous research and a rare gift for breathing life into historical figures, Stephanie Marie Thornton follows the true story of a complex and fascinating woman—American spy Elizabeth Bentley. Filled with danger, intrigue, love and loss, \u003ci\u003eA Most\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eClever Girl\u003c\/i\u003e is a powerhouse novel, exquisitely written and utterly gripping.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eChristine Wells\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003eSisters of the Resistance\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Twisty and well plotted, \u003ci\u003eA Most Clever Girl…\u003c\/i\u003eunravels the threads of love, espionage and complicated friendships in postwar New York.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eShelf Awareness\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eAnd They Called It Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eAnd They Called It Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e is the book club pick of the year. Stephanie Marie Thornton brings an American icon to life: Jackie the debutante, the First Lady, the survivor who at last becomes the heroine of her own story.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e—\u003cb\u003eKate Quinn\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Huntress\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An extraordinary profile of the courage and grace of the indomitable Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis, \u003ci\u003eAnd They Called it Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e is impeccably researched and richly drawn. Thornton celebrates the former First Lady’s life in a sweeping account filled with poignant intimacy. Readers are instantly transported to Jackie’s version of Camelot as they immerse themselves in the fascinating and tumultuous history of the times. An unputdownable, unforgettable read.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eChanel Cleeton\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Last Train to Key West\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Addictive, dishy, and emotionally haunting, this novel paints an intimate portrait of a tumultuous marriage that played out on the world's stage and ended in national tragedy.  Loving and losing one of history's most charismatic American presidents marks Jaqueline Kennedy's life ever after, but oh, how she rises up from the ashes. Vivid, engrossing, and utterly unforgettable, \u003ci\u003eAnd They Called It Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e is Thornton's best work yet.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eStephanie Dray\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling co-author of \u003ci\u003eAmerica's First Daughter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis leaves an enduring (and intimidating) legacy; for a writer, finding something new and meaningful to say about her is a daunting task. Thornton harnesses her immense talent for historical fiction and combines it with a biographer's immersive research to create a rich portrait that is both intimate and thoughtful while also wildly addictive. I tore through these pages and you will too. Thornton gifts her readers with a fresh appreciation for the indomitable woman behind the iconic sunglasses.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eSteven Rowley\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Editor\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Stephanie Thornton has compellingly and sympathetically humanized an American icon. Well researched and beautifully written, \u003ci\u003eAnd They Called It Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e is compulsively readable historical fiction!\"\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eLaura Kamoie\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling co-author of \u003ci\u003eMy Dear Hamilton\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"In her rich, fascinating account of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis’ life, author Stephanie Marie Thornton effortlessly transports us back in time….A powerful and uplifting portrayal.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003cb\u003eWoman’s World\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thornton captures a celebrity with whom the world mourned in November 1963, but her down-to-earth approach has given us the opportunity for a more intimate and less sensational look at Jackie, the wife and mother. Highly recommended.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eHistorical Novel Society\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Even if you think you know the story of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis, you’re in for rare behind-the-scenes look at the former First Lady’s life.  Stephanie Thornton has channeled this iconic woman and delivers such an intimate portrait, at times I had to remind myself that this is a novel and not Kennedy’s own memoir. Such an ambitious undertaking and Thornton not only pulls it off, she hits it out of the park. This book is nothing short of magical.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eRenée Rosen\u003c\/b\u003e, Author of \u003ci\u003ePark Avenue Summer\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This book grabbed me from page one and wouldn’t let me go. A multi-dimensional imagining of the trials and triumphs of Jaqueline Bouvier Kennedy, \u003ci\u003eAnd They Called It Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e will make you rethink everything you thought you knew about this remarkable First Lady. Full of glamour, scandal, and heartache, this is a novel you will want to discuss with all of your friends.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eKerri Maher\u003c\/b\u003e, Author of \u003ci\u003eThe Girl in White Gloves\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Students of history will appreciate Thornton’s exacting research and convincing portrayal of the first lady and style icon, and Kennedy aficionados will feel as if they have an unparalleled access to Camelot. Thornton’s magnificent portrayal of Onassis will delight fans of Kennedy-related fiction.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e (Starred Review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eAnd They Called It Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e is a sumptuous, propulsive, scandal-filled peek behind the curtain of American royalty. Thornton gives the reader a fascinating look at the masks worn by those who live in the public life. One might not agree with all of Jackie’s choices, but the force of her instinct for survival cannot be denied.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eErika Robuck\u003c\/b\u003e, National bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eHemingway’s Girl\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Her Jackie steps out of the pages a convincing, three-dimensional character, complete with contradictions and self-doubt. It’s like reading her private diary – witty, warm and full of color. The shining heart of the novel is her love for (and frustration with) Jack, who is described as a golden figure, so sexy any of us would swoon at his feet. Their attraction is tangible and sizzling hot. All the way through, Stephanie’s writing is vivid, with lots of memorable images (like those lemon-lipped Rah-Rah Sisters!). I’m going to have to go back and read it all again in a few weeks.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eGill Paul\u003c\/b\u003e, Author of \u003ci\u003eThe Lost Daughter\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lush, smart, and sumptuously elegant, Stephanie Marie Thornton’s \u003ci\u003eAnd They Called It Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e captures Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy’s life in all its many complexities, drawing back the curtain on a legend to reveal the all-too-human woman beneath. A beautiful portrait of an American icon.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eBryn Turnbull\u003c\/b\u003e, Author of \u003ci\u003eThe Woman Before Wallis\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eAnd They Called It Camelot\u003c\/i\u003e, by Stephanie Marie Thornton, is simply spellbinding. This intimate story of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis portrays a woman finding her way in a landscape dominated by men, and, with grace and astounding resilience, forging an identity the world will never forget. A tale of love and devastation, greatness and sacrifice, this remarkable novel will grip readers until the last page.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eKristin Beck\u003c\/b\u003e, Author of \u003ci\u003eCourage, My Love\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Readers will enjoy this heartbreaking story of a wife’s fierce pride and loyalty to her president and country, despite years of marital loneliness and loss.\"\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thornton brings Jackie’s compelling voice to life.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBookTrib\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Tackling a larger-than-life person such as Jackie Kennedy is a daunting undertaking, and Stephanie Marie Thornton handles that challenge splendidly. Thornton’s decision to have Jackie narrate her own story lends an intimate feel to the tale…a fascinating and personal portrait of one of America’s most iconic women.\"\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eBookreporter\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eAmerican Princess\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“As juicy and enlightening as a page in Meghan Markle's diary.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eInStyle\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“A rare behind-the-scenes tale of a spunky woman who relies on her independent spirit to face down each challenge with courage and grace.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003cb\u003eWoman's World\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Readers who enjoy sweeping family sagas will devour this novel with its feisty protagonist and host of well-known historical figures. It comes highly recommended.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eHistorical Novel Reviews\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The wild, wonderful, outsize personality of presidential daughter Alice Roosevelt is on full and fantastic display in this lightly fictionalized take on her unapologetic, unconventional life….Alice herself would undoubtedly have loved this take on her unorthodox life—as will the many destined to read it.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An absorbing portrait of a woman who lived life on her own terms.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eBooklist\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Readers will be enthralled by Alice’s wit and adventures...as Thornton expertly weaves the events of her life.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eStephanie Marie Thornton\u003c\/b\u003e is a \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author and a high school history teacher. She lives in Alaska with her husband and daughter.\u003cb\u003eNOVEMBER 23, 1963 \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e12:57 P.M.\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The gun in Catherine’s Pucci handbag bumped reassuringly against her hip as she double- checked the address of the Connecticut apart­ment building.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The scrawled numbers refused to snap into focus until she blinked a few times; her eyes were still raw from yesterday’s news of Presi­dent Kennedy’s assassination, from seeing photos of a tearstained Jackie Kennedy—whom Catherine sometimes glimpsed while giv­ing tours of the White House—wearing that blood-spattered pink suit while Lyndon Johnson took the oath of office aboard Air Force One.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yesterday had been the final straw.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e One week ago, Catherine’s entire world had fallen apart. One day ago, the country. \u003cbr\u003e But today, armed with a crumpled letter and the Smith \u0026amp; Wes­son revolver her father had carried when he was shot down at the Battle of Saipan, Catherine was going to right some very old wrongs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e Two bullets\u003c\/i\u003e, she thought to herself. \u003ci\u003eOne for her and one for me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The building hunched in front of her was nondescript, shabby, and run- down; even the wood of the stairs underfoot felt rotten. Catherine—Cat to everyone outside of her mother, who had called her Cathy—had probably watched too much James Bond in \u003ci\u003eDr. No\u003c\/i\u003e, but she’d expected a former spy to have a more impressive abode than this two-story mud-brown building with sagging gutters and peeling paint.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e Probably fallen on hard times\u003c\/i\u003e, she thought to herself as she knocked on the door of number 201, wishing she could break it down instead. \u003ci\u003eShe’s damned lucky she’s not in jail.\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat waited, then gave a second sharp rap with the heel of her fist. She was about to start peering inside windows when a squat woman with snuff-brown hair cracked the door wide enough to reveal a rusted chain lock. She looked more run-down than the building it­self, save for her painted red lips. Not just any red—vicious, violent, poisonous \u003ci\u003ered\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hello, my name is Catherine Gray.” Cat smoothed the flip of her Jackie- esque bob, every rebellious blond strand lacquered into place with half a can of Aqua Net. Given the way the blood was pounding in her ears, she was impressed that her hands didn’t shake. “I’m here to see Elizabeth Bentley.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The door slammed in her face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat raised her fist again, this time ready to break the door down, but stopped at the unexpected rattle of chain. The door re­opened, wider this time. The dumpy woman’s gaze swept the empty street, making Catherine wonder what—or who—he was looking for.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m Elizabeth Bentley.” Her voice came out slightly nasal with that East Coast finishing school polish Catherine had grown ac­customed to hearing after three and a half years at Trinity Wash­ington University. Elizabeth Bentley’s face was the sort no one would notice in a crowd. \u003ci\u003eThe perfect face for a spy\u003c\/i\u003e. The image was only marred by a small mole below her left eye and a scar that streaked beneath her lower lip.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This was the face of the woman who had destroyed Cat’s life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e It’s now or never . . .\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In one swift movement, Cat aimed the Smith \u0026amp; Wesson revolver straight between Elizabeth’s eyes. The gun made a satisfying \u003ci\u003eclick \u003c\/i\u003eas she cocked the trigger. “You ruined my life, you Communist bitch. And now you’re going to pay for it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She’d thought she’d be able to just pull the trigger, to end all this and escape the lethal undertow of pain. But when the moment came . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat hesitated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e Can I really end someone else’s life? Am I capable of that?\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To Elizabeth’s credit, she merely blinked. Was she really so ac­customed to staring down the muzzle of a gun? “Well, Catherine Gray, unfortunately, I ruined a lot of people’s lives. Why don’t you come in and we can discuss like civilized people what I did that was so heinous that you want to kill me?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whatever Cat had been expecting while she rehearsed this scene in her head on the train ride up from Washington, DC, a civilized chat was decidedly \u003ci\u003enot \u003c\/i\u003eit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Except Elizabeth was already turning around, the open door an invitation to follow her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat worried that perhaps Elizabeth was going for her own weapon, but the former spy merely looked back at her. “Are you coming? Or are you really going to shoot me?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat could pull the trigger—at such close quarters she could hardly miss, despite the sudden tremor in her hands—and exact a quick and easy revenge. Except it was difficult to think with her heart beating in her ears and the foundations of her plan crumbling be­neath her very feet. It might be easier to follow Elizabeth Bentley inside. Maybe inform this criminal exactly why she was here, and see if Elizabeth Bentley would confess to crimes that had led a twenty-one-year-old college student to her doorstep with murder on her mind?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e Then \u003c\/i\u003eCat could shoot her. And be done with all of this. Right?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Gun in hand, Cat stepped over the threshold.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She’d half expected encoding machines or telegraphs inside, found instead merely a plain apartment decorated in every shade of brown. A clock ticked somewhere, and the lone decoration on any of the oak-paneled walls was a tacky wooden crucifix with a resin Christ nailed to the cross. A stack of leather-bound books tottered on a battered end table, and a long- haired ginger cat stretched out lazily on a mushroom- brown sofa as if he owned the place. The thing opened one eye, then howled piteously before rolling onto his back. “Hush, George Washington,” Elizabeth chided him. “Cathe­rine here has a gun, and you don’t want to upset her with your cat­erwauling.” She turned to Cat, arms open at her sides as if giving her one final opportunity to take the easy way out. \u003ci\u003eTalk or shoot?\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When Cat didn’t move, Elizabeth gave a tiny nod. “It’s almost one o’clock, but I’ll put on a fresh pot of Folgers. Or I have gin, if that’s your preference. Pick your poison, as it were.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “No coffee, no gin. I don’t want anything from you.” Certainly not a glass laced with poison, which Cat wouldn’t have put past this woman who once took orders from the NKVD. “Except a con­fession.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elizabeth sighed, gestured toward the Formica table inside the thimble-sized kitchen. “Do you mind if we sit? Standing is hell on my knees these days.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The last thing Cat wanted to do was to sit across from this woman in some cozy tête‑à‑tête, but she heard her dead mother’s voice inside her head. \u003ci\u003eManners, Cathy. And respect your elders. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Except she didn’t owe Elizabeth Bentley one iota of respect. She gestured with the gun toward the kitchen. “Let’s get this over with.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e And then I’ll shoot you.\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elizabeth settled into a floral vinyl-upholstered chair—brown, of course—and tugged on the garish suntan-hued pantyhose she wore under her brown rayon dress that was better suited to World War II fabric rations. The woman was plain as mud, not even a stitch of jewelry save for a golden ring studded with a ruby on her left hand. Quite the juxtaposition to Cat, who wore a black button‑up jumper dress on the cutting edge of fashion—the only black dress in her closet—out of mourning for President Kennedy, her one splash of color a scarlet ascot at her throat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elizabeth sat, folded her hands before her. “Why don’t we start with you telling me exactly what I did to ruin your life.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat, refusing to sit, remained standing at the kitchen door. She didn’t say a word, merely retrieved from her pocket her mother’s final letter, which she’d discovered two days ago while sorting through Joan Gray’s belongings in a neighbor’s garage, their house having been sold— unbeknownst to Cat until that horrible week—to pay an ever-increasing mountain of bills. That innocuous piece of flowered stationery had sent a fresh shock wave through Cat’s previously calm life. Joan Gray had fought a good fight, but she’d done it alone. And in the end, she’d lost. \u003cbr\u003e And now, Cat was alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat tossed the bombshell letter on the table. “Read it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elizabeth Bentley frowned when she had to reach across the table for the letter, apparently more perturbed by the breach of etiquette than the gun still pointed at her. She perched a set of unfashionable reading glasses on her nose, and her eyes flicked back and forth over the paper—it seemed to Cat that she read the entire thing at least three times before she finally folded the glasses back up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “My condolences,” she said. “I can see why you sought me out.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “My entire life has been a lie.” Rage seethed at the edges of Cat’s words, protecting her from the dark maelstrom of grief that churned beneath. “Because of you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “And that’s why you’ve come to kill me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Your life for the one you stole from me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “That seems fair.” Elizabeth rubbed the scar on her chin. “Al­though I’m not sure a jury would necessarily agree. Life in prison is a long sentence for someone your age.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat tapped the chamber of the revolver. “Two bullets,” she said. “Yours. And mine.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A deep V formed between Elizabeth’s brows. “Your solution does seem terribly \u003ci\u003epermanent\u003c\/i\u003e. Also, as a patriotic American, I’d like to re­mind you about my right to a fair and speedy trial.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Patriotic?” If Cat had been closer to Elizabeth she would have laughed in her face. As it was, she fisted her hands and leaned over the table. “You were a goddamned Russian \u003ci\u003espy\u003c\/i\u003e, Elizabeth, the fur­thest from a patriot as they come. All I want is to hear you admit your guilt so I can kill you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elizabeth narrowed her eyes until Cat couldn’t help the shiver that rippled up her spine. “Here’s my counter to your proposal.” She set aside her reading glasses and pushed the letter back toward Cat. “You hear my side of the story—the \u003ci\u003ereal \u003c\/i\u003estory, from start to finish—and then you can decide my fate, and your own. Judge, jury, and ex­ecutioner, if you will. For both of us.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cat hesitated long enough that Elizabeth shrugged. “I’ve found that the best way to keep from drowning in grief is to find a dis­traction.” She retrieved a golden cigarette lighter from her skirt pocket. Cat waited for her to light up—the apartment smelled of stale smoke, and there was already an overflowing ashtray on the table—but instead Elizabeth only flicked the lighter a few times, causing sparks but no flame. \u003ci\u003eClick click click. \u003c\/i\u003e“Consider my story a distraction.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A distraction from the truth, you mean? I read enough old ar­ticles trying to track you down to know that you lied in your testi­mony to the Senate. \u003ci\u003eAnd \u003c\/i\u003eto the press. And God knows where else.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Haven’t you ever heard of shades of truth? That’s the problem with being an accomplished liar—no one believes you even when you \u003ci\u003eare \u003c\/i\u003etelling the truth.” Elizabeth sighed, pointed toward the sink, silently requesting permission to move. At Cat’s nod, she shuffled to a drawer, hands up in that universal gesture of \u003ci\u003edon’t shoot\u003c\/i\u003e. “Spy sto­ries are rarely encumbered with something as mundane as the \u003ci\u003etruth\u003c\/i\u003e, but just in case you feel tempted to doubt me,” she said—then handed a slim pile of old envelopes from within to Cat, all bound with a frayed piece of twine—“here’s proof that although I \u003ci\u003eam \u003c\/i\u003ea Commu­nist and I \u003ci\u003ewas \u003c\/i\u003ea spy for Russia, there’s far more to my story than just that. 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