Cassidy Jones and the Seventh Attendant (Cassidy Jones Adventures, Book Three) by Elise Stokes Read Free Book Online Page B

yanked on the black ski mask. When I look into them, I feel like I’m drowning in a fondue pot .
    I made a mental note to add that line to my pathetic poem later on.
    I pushed the window up, leapt out, and was crawling through Emery’s bedroom window within seconds. He didn’t tell me much more than I had overheard, but he did tell me he had come across an alarming detail on a law enforcement website he had hacked into. Prison guards and prisoners had reported that a woman led the small army of armed men who had stormed the prison. Her description: petite, approximately five feet four inches, curly white-blond hair, unnaturally pale skin, and wearing a pink dress, hat, high heels, and metallic nylons.
    I stated the obvious. “Those weren’t nylons. Lily broke Junior out.”
    Lily White had kept a low profile since “the magical suit of armor” she’d worn had melded into her skin when I had kicked her into a fire. Inexplicably, it had made her fantastically strong, fast, and impenetrable from the collarbone down.
    Basically, Lily had turned into metal.
    Since her escape, Emery and I had scoured the Internet for clues to where she might be. We chalked up a string of armored truck robberies to Lily, though it was difficult to know for sure if she was the perpetrator, since media and police reports stated the robbers had been masked. But the steel doors that had been ripped off of the trucks were a pretty good indicator.
    “Why would Lily show her face now?” I thought out loud. “And how weird is it that she, Junior, and I’m guessing his dad have teamed up? What are the chances?”
    “In answer to your first question, Lily may be getting too big for her britches. She is a power-hungry narcissist—”
    “And a murderer,” I added.
    “Yes, that too. About the only thing she isn’t is discreet. She’ll hang herself eventually. We’ll help her do that if given the opportunity. Regarding your second question, it is weird, but it’s also a small world, especially in the criminal community. The odds of Lily being hired by Arthur King are better than you would think.”
    “So what do we do about Lily and the Kings?”
    “We wait for an opportunity.”
     
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    After leaving Emery, I went on my nightly run through the dark alleys and streets of Seattle and came up with a whole slew of other worries. Since Nate and Miriam walked to school with us in the morning, I didn’t have an opportunity to share my concerns with Emery until we entered Queen Anne High School later that morning, where the noise could mask our whispers.
    “Why would King break his son out of prison now?” I whispered to Emery. I had concluded that Junior’s dad had hired Lily. Otherwise, how could Junior have contacted her from prison?
    When Emery didn’t respond, I glanced up at him. He had switched back into his black-framed glasses, which he had switched out for contacts during Fight Club and laser tag yesterday. Now he exchanged smiles with Anna Slater as she passed, as was their morning ritual. Looking at him, you would think he didn’t have a care in the world.
    “Will you stop flirting and answer me? Your mother could be in big trouble.”
    “I don’t think King is sending Lily after my mom, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Emery replied, now smiling at Grace Fletcher.
    Grace giggled.
    “Well, why not? He kidnapped her for Assassin data before.”
    “He also discovered that she doesn’t have what he wants.”
    “How do you know?” I grumbled, but Emery didn’t hear me. He was too immersed in flirting with pretty Kaitlyn Littleton.
     
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    Emery had managed to get into five of my seven classes when he registered for school last October. However, he couldn’t charm his way into my Spanish and world history classes, which was really too bad for him today. My world history teacher, Mr. Loescher, was taking his classes to the traveling Egyptian Queen Kiya exhibit on display at the Arthur A. Denny Museum of