The 39 Clues: Cahills vs. Vespers Book 2: A King's Ransom by Jude Watson Read Free Book Online Page A

Cahills can find what he’s looking for,” she said, tilting the mirror again to check out her image. “But what if
we
find it first?”

The driver checked out Dan and Amy in the rearview mirror. It was the second time he’d done it in less than a minute.
    Dan’s fingers drummed nervously on the leather upholstery. He took out his cell phone and wrote a text to Amy.

    DRIVER CHECKING US OUT. WHY?

    Amy responded in seconds.

    NOTICED IT TOO. WE SHOULD BAIL.

    Casually, Dan pretended to adjust his backpack. Meanwhile, he looked over his shoulder. A sedan slipped in and out of traffic behind them. It speeded up to avoid a tram.
    A tail? Or just an aggressive driver?
    They were driving along the Reuss River now. Lucerne looked like a mashup of Zurich and Geneva and Zermatt to Dan — picturesque and impossibly clean, the streets full of law-abiding citizens. Wide, curving streets, buildings painted in pale colors. Everything looked fresh and pretty. It made him nervous. What he needed was a narrow, dirty alley to hide in.
    Amy began to cough. She bent over.
    “Amy? Are you okay?”
    “I think I’m going to be sick,” she said.
    “Driver!” Dan called. “Pull over!”
    The driver pulled over. Amy tumbled out, followed by Dan. She bent over, but her eyes swept the roadway.
    “The dark blue car …”
    “I know.”
    Amy wheeled and ran, Dan close behind her. He heard honking horns, and he looked behind them. The dark blue car squealed to a stop at the curb.
    “They’re coming!” he told Amy.
    They turned down a side street, then another. Dan could see that Amy was struggling. His sister could barely walk in high heels, let alone run.
    The road curved, and suddenly they were at the river again. It was a crisp fall day, and people were strolling along the walkway. Dan and Amy weaved through the crowd, trying to put distance between themselves and whoever had been in the dark blue car.
    “Dan,” Amy called, “I twisted my ankle!”
    She limped behind him. Dan saw something ahead, a crowd of tourists listening to a guide in front of a wooden covered bridge that spanned the river.
    “Just a few feet more,” he said. “Hurry.”
    They melted into the crowd.
    “One of the most famous landmarks in Lucerne, the Chapel Bridge, or Kapellbrücke, is the oldest wooden bridge in Europe… .”
    Dan nudged Amy. They skirted the tourists and began to walk across the bridge.
Clomp, clomp
… their footsteps echoed underneath the wooden roof.
    “Are you okay?” he whispered to Amy.
    “I can make it. I just need to sit down soon.”
    “Okay. When we cross the river, we’ll stop.”
    Clomp, clomp
… their footsteps mingled with the sound of the tourists entering the bridge behind them.
    One pair of footsteps was walking faster than the others.
    Dan stiffened. He pressed Amy’s arm, and they moved a bit faster.
    Clompclomp. Clompclomp.
    And the footsteps behind them moved faster.
    Clompclompclomp.
    Faster yet. And the footsteps behind them echoed their hurry.
    “Dan …” Amy was close to sobbing.
    He pressed her forward.
    Clompclompclompclomp.
    The footsteps were running now. The person was immediately behind them.
    Dan suddenly broke off from Amy, turned, and barreled into the figure following them, straight into a stomach. He heard the surprised
oof
and he kept going, slamming the person into the wooden railing of the bridge, lifting him at the same time in a move that would get a halfback thrown out of the Super Bowl.
    He just had enough time to see William McIntyre’s surprised expression as their family lawyer flipped backward over the railing and into the Reuss River.

    Mr. McIntyre sat in the back of the dark blue sedan, wrapped in blankets. His teeth were still chattering. Dan refilled Mr. McIntyre’s mug with more hot chocolate from a thermos.
    “I’m getting too old for this,” he said.
    “I’m really sorry,” Dan said. “I just thought …”
    “You could have called out,” Amy said.
    “I