All Fall Down (Embassy Row, Book 1)
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1. She is not crazy.
2. Her mother was murdered.
3. Someday she is going to find the killer and make him pay.
As certain as Grace is about these facts, nobody else believes her -- so there's no one she can completely trust. Not her grandfather, a powerful ambassador. Not her new friends, who all live on Embassy Row. Not Alexei, the Russian boy next door, who is keeping his eye on Grace for reasons she neither likes nor understands.
Everybody wants Grace to put on a pretty dress and a pretty smile, blocking out all her unpretty thoughts. But they can't control Grace -- no more than Grace can control what she knows or what she needs to do. Her past has come back to hunt her . . . and if she doesn't stop it, Grace isn't the only one who will get hurt. Because on Embassy Row, the countries of the world stand like dominoes, and one wrong move can make them all fall down.
pushing myself upright. “Your grandfather has always been an early riser. Well, he has been for as long as I’ve known him. I’m afraid he can’t join us for breakfast, though. He had an early meeting at the palace.” “Well, if he was needed at the palace …” Ms. Chancellor forces a smile. “Why don’t you get dressed, Grace? Come downstairs. There is something you and I need to discuss over breakfast.” When Ms. Chancellor leaves, I go into the bathroom. My mother kept snapshots tucked inside the
kid, I thought it felt like a time machine. Now it feels like a shrine. “We can redecorate,” Ms. Chancellor tells me. “Of course, you should pick out your own things. We have a lovely selection of furniture in the attic. Do you like antiques?” she asks, then realizes how silly it sounds. “Of course you don’t like antiques. Well, maybe we can ship some of your furniture over from the States if you’d prefer.” “That’s okay,” I tell her. “I don’t have a home there either.” For a second, she looks
night with my dad.” “I mean, the place seems empty.” “It’s not,” Noah says with a smile. “Then where is everyone?” Just then, as if on cue, there’s a massive, thunderous roar. Whoops and applause and cheers in Portuguese. Only then do I realize that the building isn’t dark. Not exactly. The lights in the hall are out but there is a faint, flickering glow coming from a room not far away. Slowly, Noah and I creep toward it. As we pass, I can see the light is from a television that is so large
counting, patient. After I’m pretty sure enough time has gone by, I turn the corner and find the Scarred Man is totally gone. It shouldn’t make me happy, but it does. I laugh out loud and throw my head up to the heavens, feel the rain on my face. And then I look down at the cobblestones. Water flows out of gutters and off rooftops. There, on the hillside, it runs quickly in every place but one. I hold my breath as I sneak toward the swirling, spinning water. A tiny tidal pool has formed in the
stance. I can tell she’s trying to muster all of her kindness. It’s hard, though. “Agent Gregory” — Ms. Chancellor looks back at the man in the dark suit — “I believe we will no longer be requiring your assistance.” The man rises and buttons his dark suit coat. “Ma’am,” he tells her, then disappears out the door without another word. For a second, I am glad to be out of his glare. Then I realize I’m now alone with Ms. Chancellor and I’d give anything for him to come back. “He’s going to kill