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

didn’t want to use your names,” Mr. McIntyre said. “And I couldn’t remember which alias you were using. They know you’re in Lucerne. I needed to get you out of the city as soon as possible.”
    “So where are we going?” Amy held out her cup and Dan poured her more hot chocolate.
    “Basel. Third largest city in Switzerland. You can hide there for a bit. There’s a place I know where you’ll be safe. Get a good night’s sleep. You look like you could use it.” He looked at both of them. “This is different from the thirty-nine clues. You’re not on your own. You have a solid team behind you. So reach out.” He smiled. “Just don’t reach out and push me into a freezing river next time.”
    “I’ll try to remember that.” Dan grinned.
    Outside the windows, the soft rain made the air look like silver mesh. The wet streets gleamed. Amy snuggled under the soft wool throw. Mr. McIntyre always made her feel safe, with his kind gaze and gentle, deep voice. Only he would think to pack a thermos and blankets in case of trouble.
    She was so glad he hadn’t been kidnapped, too. If they lost all three of them — Fiske, Nellie, and Mr. McIntyre … it was unimaginable. Amy pushed the thought away. She was here, and warm, and cozy, and she breathed in the comfort Mr. McIntyre always brought her.
    Amy sighed. “I don’t know if I can sleep until I figure this out.”
    “Attleboro has already begun to research,” McIntyre reassured them. “And I brought a treat.” He reached down to the floor of the car and plopped a black nylon bag on the seat. He removed what looked like a large stainless-steel watch. He flipped up the face of it and they saw a digital map with a green dot on it. “This is a wrist GPS device. And it has an audio component if you need it — so that it can talk you through a route. Comes with an earpiece, too.”
    “Awesome,” Dan declared, reaching for it.
    “It’s already configured to our
Gideon
satellite. You can load your info onto it using this flash drive,” McIntyre said. “After you load it, destroy the drive.”
    Amy felt the next few days open like a dark hole she was about to fall into. She shook off the feeling and concentrated on the object in Mr. McIntyre’s palm.
    “This is all so cool, Mr. McIntyre,” Dan said. “I feel like a superspy.”
    McIntyre hesitated, and for a moment the tall, gray-haired man looked almost boyish. “After all this time … don’t you think you could call me William?”
    Amy and Dan exchanged glances. As fond as they were of him, they couldn’t imagine calling their lawyer by his first name.
    He saw the hesitation on their faces. “Will?”
    Amy cleared her throat. Dan fiddled with the new GPS.
    “How about ‘Mac’?”
    “Mac,” Dan said, trying out the name.
    Mr. McIntyre looked wistful. “I always wanted to be a Mac.”
    “It’s perfect, Mr. McIntyre.” Amy said. “I mean … Mac.”
    “I just have to say one more thing.” Mr. McIntyre loaded the devices into Amy’s backpack. Then he looked at each of them in turn.
    “I am very proud of you two. Grace would be, too.”
    Amy’s eyes misted. She leaned forward and hugged Mr. McIntyre. That didn’t feel awkward at all.

Attleboro, Massachusetts
    Evan sat in front of the computer in the command center attic, his head resting in his hand. It was midnight. The house was quiet. Even Saladin was asleep on a stack of papers.
    Sinead slipped through the doorway and came to sit in the chair next to him. “You should get some sleep.”
    “I want to be here when she wakes up.”
    “Don’t your parents wonder where you are?”
    “They think I’m in a sleepover study group. As long as I say the words
Harvard
and
extracurricular
, they’re on board.”
    Sinead snorted. “Look, they didn’t get to Basel until midnight. When she contacts us, I’ll wake you up. There’s a six-hour difference — it’s only six A.M. there.”
    Evan shook his head. “I’ll crash on the floor