The Ambrose Deception Quotes

“Good. Now, what the hell”
― Emily Ecton, The Ambrose Deception

“let me get this straight. There’s no scholarship. We’re not competing for ten thousand dollars. We’re competing for millions of dollars?” Melissa wondered if she should pinch herself. This sure didn’t seem like real life. She looked over at the doughnut counter. With a million dollars, she could buy them all. She could probably buy the whole coffee shop. “Yep.” Bondi nodded enthusiastically. Melissa stared at him. Bondi didn’t seem quite real, either, nodding like a bobblehead like that. “And let me get this straight. We’re not competing against each other. We’re competing against Smith and his sister? Enoch Ambrose’s kids?” Bobblehead Bondi nodded again. Melissa stared at him. “You must’ve heard wrong.” “No, it’s right! It’s totally right. If we can solve the clues, we inherit. We just need to figure out our invitations. Where we’re supposed to go, and when. That’s it.” “Oh, is that it? Well, great,” Melissa said. “What a cinch.” She snorted, then frowned. She didn’t usually snort in dreams. But this couldn’t be real. Could it? She turned and stared at Wilf, who was just sitting like a lump staring at them both. Melissa stuck out her arm. “Wilf? Would you do me a favor?”
― Emily Ecton, The Ambrose Deception

“Wilf slammed the apartment door with a boom and headed downstairs, swinging himself along using the railings. He had to hustle to catch the bus, even though that was the last thing he wanted to ride. It was surprising how quickly you could get used to having someone drive you everywhere. Especially when the bus on your route smelled like a combination of gas, rotten tuna fish, and sweat. Wilf kicked the building’s front door open and jumped down the entrance steps, almost slamming into some guy standing in the middle of the sidewalk. “Sorry,” he muttered. But really, what kind of guy just stands in the middle of the sidewalk? “What, forget me already?” Wilf looked up and broke into a surprised grin. “Frank?” Frank shrugged. “Funny thing, looks like they want you to keep going with those clues, anyway.” “Even though that Bondi kid won?” “Even though.” Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper. “So we’re going to have to get moving if we want to finish up before I’m reassigned. So what’s next?” He scanned the page. “Seadog boat trip?” Wilf grinned. “You said it, Skipper.”
― Emily Ecton, The Ambrose Deception

“assignment”
― Emily Ecton, The Ambrose Deception

“This is life and death. You swear not to tell, ever?” Liam crossed his heart. “I swear.” Melissa took a deep breath. Yes, it was breaking the rules. Yes, it could get her disqualified, and if it did, she’d deserve”
― Emily Ecton, The Ambrose Deception

“Wilf’s mom nodded absently as she opened another container. “That’s fine, hon. Oh, and you can tell your dad, too. He’s supposed to call Tuesday.” “Yeah, great,” Wilf said, heading off down the hallway. He closed the door behind him and immediately turned on the old laptop his dad had given him when he came through town the last time. Wilf’s dad had always traveled for his job, so he’d never been around that much even when he was living with them. It wasn’t all that different now that he and Wilf’s mom had split up. Still, it would’ve been nice to hang out with him sometimes instead of just talking on the phone every other week. Wilf smiled to himself. His dad would’ve gotten a kick out of that fancy car. Wilf just wished he didn’t have to wait until Tuesday to tell him about it. Wilf flipped his new debit card in the air while he waited for the laptop to boot up. There was a whole city”
― Emily Ecton, The Ambrose Deception

“Tupperware out in the sink. “Yeah, so…study”
― Emily Ecton, The Ambrose Deception