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A Spy in Me, The Harley Files, A Young Adult Sleuth Mystery Series, Freshman Year, Book 1
A Spy in Me, The Harley Files, A Young Adult Sleuth Mystery Series, Freshman Year, Book 1
A Spy in Me, The Harley Files, A Young Adult Sleuth Mystery Series, Freshman Year, Book 1
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Harley Jenkins has no idea how she’s going to get out of the mess her roommate has dragged her into. The university has placed her on probation and the disciplinary board has demoted her from her position in local news to the fashion section of her school’s online newspaper. She doesn’t even care about fashion and is far from trendy. She wants to be an investigative journalist.

So when she hears the rumors that something major went down at her dorm, she sees the opportunity to detract herself from her impeding board meeting and the problem with her roommate. A girl has fallen to her death, and Harley is sure the authorities are missing something. She’s determined to do anything to find out what happened, including hiding out in small spaces to get information even though she’s claustrophobic.

But when another girl ends up in the hospital, Harley’s convinced the two situations are related. Soon Harley finds herself torn between solving the mystery of the girls and solving her own issues. With the probation hanging over her, a fashion article due, and the upcoming hearing approaching, Harley thinks about backing out of her investigation. Will Harley be able to stuff herself into yet another tight corner to solve the mystery, or will she have to back off to solve her own issues? Will the spy in her even let her dismiss this odd mystery?

Join Harley during her freshman year as she takes on mysteries around her college town. This is Book One in a series.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 24, 2016
ISBN9781310394140
A Spy in Me, The Harley Files, A Young Adult Sleuth Mystery Series, Freshman Year, Book 1
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Rebecca Green Gasper

Rebecca Green Gasper is an author, speaker, and photographer. Before becoming a writer, she was a high school special education teacher, working primarily with teens with emotional disabilities. She also worked as a coach and tutor. Rebecca grew up in the mountains of Colorado. She now lives outside of Denver with her husband and two children.

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    A Spy in Me, The Harley Files, A Young Adult Sleuth Mystery Series, Freshman Year, Book 1 - Rebecca Green Gasper

    A Spy in Me

    The Harley Files

    Freshman Year, Book 1

    By Rebecca Green Gasper

    A Spy in Me

    The Harley Files, Freshman Year, Book 1

    By Rebecca Green Gasper

    Published in the United States of America by Rebecca Green Gasper Books

    Copyright © Rebecca Green Gasper, 2016

    Disclaimer:

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, sharing and distribution of this ebook via the Internet or any other means without written permission of the author and publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Thank you for the support of the author’s rights.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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    Cover art copyright © By Rebecca Green Gasper

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    The Companion Book

    Acknowledgements

    About the Author

    She stops on the fourth floor landing and turns to him. I’m not doing so well, she says. The air is consuming her. She feels like her body temperature is well over a hundred degrees.

    He grabs her. She’s half dangling over the edge more than four stories above the concrete pad. His grip hurts. She winces and tries to pull away from the pain, but he doesn't let her go.

    She clenches the railing with both hands. The world is spinning around her. She can't find her bearings so she holds on even tighter as her heart rate speeds up. Soon her world goes out of focus. She can't believe this is happening to her. She needs to steady herself. She feels like she isn't going to make it.

    She doesn’t want to fall. She doesn’t want to die.

    He loosens his grip, but this time she wants him to hold on to her. She knows what will happen if he lets go.

    She feels his hand slip away. Her world goes black as she falls over the edge.

    Chapter One

    I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to get out of this one. The mess with my roommate has now trickled down to me, and it appears as though I’m just as screwed as she is. Somehow the allegations of possessing and selling pot have become my problem, too. And to think I hated her before all this. But the thing is, even though I’d like to say it’s all her problem, I just don’t think she’s guilty. And I’m really not the kind of person who throws someone to their own demise to save themselves. Besides, she’s sorta, kinda family, so I’m pretty much stuck.

    Now I’m on probation with the university. And worse than that, my professor and the school disciplinary board has just informed me—via a typed letter—that I have been demoted from local news and current events and will now write for the entertainment and fashion section of the university’s online newspaper. I'm thinking it's a little over-the-top crazy.

    So I’m staring at the typed, crisp, white sheet of paper and my heart sinks. No, not sinks, it actually stops. This has got to be the most horrible thing ever. I’m not involved in any pot business. I’m not involved in any drug business for that matter. I know I live in the Mountain High State—in more ways than one—but really? I avoid MJ. It’s just not my thing.

    The letter informs me that I must meet with the university board at the stated time to plead my case—which is in exactly six weeks. So until then, I receive this letter, get demoted, and go on probation right along with my miserable roommate.

    I’m freaking. I cannot get expelled from school. It’ll ruin me. Probation is bad enough as it puts my scholarship at risk.

    And what’s worse is I have to figure out how I'm going to write articles on fashion so I don’t fail my class, too. The problem? I have no sense of fashion, and I mean none. I'm far from trendy, and I know nothing about the latest styles, craze, whatever. Yep, there's my confession. I'm screwed—completely and utterly screwed.

    I’m trying to calm myself. I mean, I do have two eyes, and I can read, so I'm thinking I can just figure it out as I go. Right? I’m sure any idiot can get fashion and entertainment correct?

    Oh, who am I kidding?

    Fashion is not my thing. I’m a journalist and poly-sci major. And besides, there are so many better things happening than fashion stories. Such as bolting across campus to get the inside scoop on the latest incident.

    Rumor has it something major went down at my very own dorm. The police are there and everything. The last thing I want to do is wallow around in self-pity and figure out the current trends. So I’ve pocketed the paper and am now sprinting across the sprawling campus after lit class in search of the hottest new story. There's no way I'm letting this one pass by without my attention. I have to know what's going on.

    One way or another, I will get this story. I don't care if it has nothing to do with my forced fashion article. I’ll just deal with that and the stupid allegations later. Besides I can’t do anything about it until…what did that dumb sheet of paper say? Oh yeah, six weeks from now.

    I make my way through the student center, foregoing my favorite coffee—which, by the way, isn't easy. I really could use a tall cup right now. I can’t believe my stupid roommate is bringing me down with her. Ugh, and especially her. I try to push the thoughts about how I want to strangle her aside as I continue to book it across the fields and head straight for my dorm.

    This is going to be a great distraction. I can't believe what's going on. Nothing this exciting ever happens on our campus. It's normally very boring in my world of college life. But I tell you, excitement is pouring down on me today.

    Harley, slow down. I can hear my friend, Jade Woods, yelling at me, but I don't slow. I have to get to South Hall at once.

    I'm running fast. Well, I think I'm running fast, but somehow that doesn't faze Jade. I never knew she was this speedy. She must be some secret Olympian sprinter because she catches up with me before I even make it to the street adjacent to the dorms.

    What the hell? she asks as she reaches me. She isn’t even out of breath. Man, I’m seriously out of shape. Your room on fire or something? she says as she brushes back some of her blond locks that have matted to her cheeks. Her blue eyes sparkle some in the sunlight.

    No, better. I don't turn to her. My attention is focused on my destination and crossing the street. I look both ways—something my mother taught me to do when I was young—and make my way over the blacktop.

    Jade keeps stride with me. Will you slow down and tell me what happened?

    You haven't heard?

    Heard what? Her face is blank.

    Where have you been?

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