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“Amy! Amy, wait up!” Dan ran after his sister as she tore into the hotel lobby. “Why would Pierce take Dr. Rosenbloom?”

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“To get to us.”

“But Pierce doesn’t
want
anything from us. He just wants us dead! Amy!”

Amy barreled past a trio of stunned tourists and took the stairway two steps at a time. When she got to their floor Amy ripped their hotel room door open and stomped inside, heading straight for the telephone.

“Who are you calling?”

“The police!”

Dan slapped his hand down over the receiver before Amy could pick it up. “Whoa, Amy. You know how this works. If we call the police —”

“We can’t just sit here while Pierce does who knows what to their father, Dan. That’s the game we played with Damien Vesper, and I’m not playing it this time.”

“Amy —”

“We went to Dr. Rosenbloom for
help
, Dan.”

The pain in Amy’s voice was heart wrenching. As much as Dan hated to admit it, he knew she was right. They’d lost people before, and were still trying to cope. How could they take that chance again, with Atticus and Jake’s own father? Dan let his hand slip off the phone and Amy grabbed it and started to dial. Before she could finish, the phone was ripped off the table and out of Amy’s hand. They turned to find the phone cord clutched in Jake’s fist.

“Calling the police will get him killed,” Jake said. “Pierce taking him means he wants to bargain, and that gives us an opportunity. We wait to see what he has to say and then we pull one over on him.”

“Jake —” Amy started.

“That’s how this works,” Jake said. “You know that.”

“Att,” Dan said. “You on board with this?”

Atticus was standing behind his brother, arms crossed over his chest, head down so his dreadlocks shadowed his face. He nodded slowly.

“So what do we do in the meantime?” Dan asked.

“Our job,” Jake said with a deep, shuddering breath. “We still have to find the silphium. Atticus, go through Olivia’s notebook line by line in case we missed something. Dan, see if you can find anything on the web. Amy, help me look for places in the area with a Founders Media connection. Maybe we can narrow down the places they might be holding Dad.”

“We won’t find him,” Amy said.

“Come on, Amy,” Dan said with a pale smile. “Our record for outsmarting homicidal madmen is the best in the league!”

“But Pierce is smarter than any of them,” she said, looking from Dan to Jake to the still-unmoving Atticus. “Isn’t he?”

The four of them spread out through the room and worked silently, hunched over papers and computer screens. Dan craved the usual chatter of their research sessions, but even he was too tense to kick it off. He couldn’t stop looking over at the phone. Why didn’t Pierce just call and end the waiting?

When Dan wasn’t staring at the phone, he was watching Atticus. Someone who didn’t know Att would probably think he was as focused as ever, but Dan saw the truth each time Atticus fumbled his pencil and on every page his friend lingered over just a second too long.

“That’s it,” Jake said, sitting back and rubbing his LCD-burning eyes. “I’ve done it. I’ve reached the end of the Internet.”

“What’s there?” Dan asked.

“Pretty much what you’d expect,” he said. “A lolcat.”

Jake had the right idea. Dan was fried, too. He reached across the table and flicked the TV on to an English-language news channel.

“Dan,” Amy said.

“What? I just want to see how my Sox are doing. You find anything on Founders Media?”

“Nothing,” Amy said. “Despite owning every other media outlet in the world — along with pharmaceutical companies and Internet start-ups — Founders Media has nothing in Tunisia.”

“That can’t be possible.”

“It’s true,” Jake said. “We even had Pony do some digging back home. Pierce doesn’t have any reach here. Not one that leaves a trace anyway.”

“Atticus?”

“Zilch,” he said, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes. “I mean, there’s all kinds of stuff in here, but it’s hard to figure out what’s important and what’s a four-hundred-year-old shopping list.”

“Uh-oh!” Dan sat up in his chair and fumbled for the remote.

“What?” Amy said. “Dan, what is it?”

“Nothing!” Dan snapped the TV off. “Don’t worry about it. Hey! Who wants to go break into the Tunisian national archives?”

Amy tore the remote out of his hands.

“No, Amy, wait —”

The TV came back on, showing two highly polished talking heads at a massive chrome-and-glass desk. Amy took a seat behind Dan and dropped the remote by a large crystal ashtray on the table next to her.

“. . . and for more news on those globe-trotting troublemakers, Dan and Amy Cahill, we now turn to senior international crime correspondent Chet Waterdam. Chet?”

“Come on, Amy,” Dan said. “We don’t need to see this.”

A leathery-looking man with orange skin and bright red suspenders appeared on the screen.

“Thanks, Wes. The Cahill kids! At first, we here at CVB News thought it was all fun and games, but now we have learned that what we are looking at is actually an international criminal conspiracy of staggering proportions. But first, the Cahills — who are they!?”

The dopiest picture Dan had ever seen of himself popped up on the screen.

“Dan Cahill!” Chet exclaimed. “Second in command. A fanatically loyal but weak-willed and dim-witted hanger-on.”

“Hey!” cried Dan.

“The real power of the Cahill cabal rests here.”

Dan’s picture was replaced by a grainy one of Amy at the mouth of a seedy-looking street in some unnamed city, looking mysterious and furtive.

“Amy Cahill! A reckless thrill junkie in the guise of a librarian in training.”

“Well, they got you there,” Dan said, hoping for a laugh, but getting a glare instead.

“Ms. Cahill is cruel. Never willing to get her own hands dirty, though, she has a history of luring boys into doing her bidding.”

The TV screen filled with a shot of a smiling Evan, standing in the sun. Dan looked back at Amy. She was transfixed, eyes wide, skin pale.

“Amy,” he said. “Seriously. Turn it off.”

“Evan Tolliver,” the voice-over intoned. “Brilliant student and beloved son of Terrence and Letitia Tolliver. But why don’t we let
them
tell you about him . . .”

Evan’s picture faded, replaced by a gray-haired man in a white T-shirt and a woman in a prim blue dress. They were sitting side by side on a sunlit porch with a farm stretching out behind them.

“Our son loved Amy Cahill,” Letitia Tolliver said in a pain-racked voice. “He loved her more than anything.”

Terrence Tolliver drew his wife close as she pulled off her glasses to wipe a single tear from her cheek.

“That’s right,” Terrence said. “He loved her and she killed him. Sure as if the girl had held the gun in her own hand. She drew him into her

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