39 Clues: Cahills vs. Vespers 3 - The Dead of Night by Lerangis Peter

Author:Lerangis Peter [Peter, Lerangis]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-03-06T06:00:00+00:00

“Hurry!” Dan shouted.

“I’m going ninety.” Amy leaned forward in the driver’s seat, peering over the steering wheel in a way that reminded Dan of Aunt Beatrice.

The car jerked to the right, causing Dan’s phone to slide off his lap. He managed to catch it, avoiding a hang-up on Sinead, who had placed him on hold while she confirmed their flight to Samarkand. “Ninety kilometers, Amy! That’s like fifty miles an hour! And if you have to go slow, at least be smooth!”

“It’s fifty-six miles an hour,” Amy said. “It’s also the speed limit. After all we’ve been through, we don’t want to be stopped for a ticket.”

“Hello?” came Sinead’s voice over the phone speaker. “Are you all right?”

Dan held the phone between himself and Amy. “I’d probably get to the airport faster on foot. Were you able to switch the flight? Luna Amato knew the flight number! We told her! She’s probably got word out to the Vespers.”

“Dan, listen to me,” Sinead said. “Interpol wants to stop you. The Vespers need you to get to Samarkand.”

A realization settled over Dan like a cracked egg. “You mean . . .”

“Luna wanted you to escape,” Sinead said. “That’s why she sprang you from jail. She was planning to let you go.”

“So we didn’t have to do what we did. . . .” Amy murmured. “Great. Once again, they’re pulling the strings. We get in trouble, they free us so we can run around for them and break more laws.”

“At least we got a nice meal,” Dan said.

“Your disguise and identifying documents will be given to you by an undercover Cahill, who will find you,” Sinead replied. “You’ll be boarding the nine twenty-one commercial flight as Shirley and Roderick Cliphorn.”

“Roderick Cliphorn?” Dan groaned. Only someone with a name like Sinead Starling would have considered that normal.

As the two girls jabbered on, making plans to notify Atticus and Jake, he stared out the window. It had started raining. In the pale streetlamp light, the trees looked like people dancing.

He thought about Amy’s reaction: We didn’t have to do what we did.

She was right.

They could have done more.

The pitcher was heavy, he thought. I should have aimed for the area between the eyes.

With Luna out of the way, the Vesper Council of Six would have been reduced by one. It would have sent the perfect message, right to the top of the Vesper chain.

For a moment, Dan spotted his own image reflected in the car window. Over the last few months, people had been telling him how much his face had changed, how much he’d grown up. Usually he hated that kind of talk. But in that window, he saw for the first time the shape of a face he knew only from an old photograph long since lost in the Paris subway.

He was beginning to look like his dad.

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