The 39 Clues: Unstoppable Book 2: Breakaway by Jeff Hirsch Read Free Book Online

where I’m going!” Amy insisted, turning and pointing down the road. “It’s . . . that way!”
    Amy would have thought it impossible if she hadn’t seen it herself. His grin actually grew wider. Jake stepped out of her way. “Well, after you, then. I’ve
always
wanted to see the Carthage Museum.”
    Amy turned and continued down the street. She winced at the sound of Jake’s sneakers behind her.
    “So how’d you end up here anyway?” Jake asked in an overly chipper tone. “Cabdriver not speak English?”
    Amy ignored him. The street took a sharp turn and started heading downhill into thicker darkness.
    “It’s just funny,” Jake went on. “Since if I remember correctly, you’re traveling with people who have a working knowledge of Arabic and Italian. Some French, too!”
    “Shouldn’t you be looking after Dan and Atticus?”
    “They’re fine,” Jake said. “Hunting the mythical Tunisian pizza. The three of us figured we’d all go back to Dad’s house later on tonight and get everything sorted out. Once he’s cooled down, he’ll listen. Atticus thought it might actually go better if you and Dan made a direct appeal.”
    “Oh, right, because he
loves
us.”
    “Don’t worry, we’re going to let Dan do the talking. His record on not infuriating people who are only trying to help is way better than yours.”
    Amy wanted to scream but she forced herself to keep walking. The farther they went, the darker it got. Soon, Amy began to hear the crashing of waves. Getting closer to the beach meant they were walking east, not south. Amy searched for roads branching off in that direction but saw nothing. Of course, if she turned back, she’d have to face Jake’s I-told-you-so glee, so she put her head down and kept going.
    We’ll get to the bottom of this hill and the road will turn south,
Amy told herself.
Right to the museum.
    Of course, it didn’t. Several minutes later Amy found herself ankle deep in sand, just down the beach from the marina. Her frustration was nearly at a boil. At her side, Jake made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
    “Don’t. Say. A. Word.”
    “No!” he said. “Absolutely not. I just didn’t know that the Carthage Museum was one of those new invisible floating museums,” Jake said, unable to control his laughter any longer. “Look, Amy, you need to just —”
    “What? Relax? Oh! Yes! Why don’t we all just relax?” Amy screamed. “I mean all we have on the agenda is defeating a lunatic who has hired teams of serum-enhanced assassins to kill us. Oh! And then your dad, the number one person we needed to help us, just completely freaks out! For no reason! And then the taxi driver doesn’t speak English and my phone doesn’t work and I CAN’T EVEN FIND A STUPID MUSEUM!!”
    Jake looked up at the gaggle of tourists hanging out by the marina. “Uh . . . Amy. Maybe you should —”
    “And to top it all off, my stupid brother suddenly wants to retire at thirteen
and
I have to deal with you! You, who just shows up out of nowhere with your smug attitude and your perfect hair and your big stupid face that looks like it’s carved out of marble.”
    “You really think my hair is perfect?”
    “Ahhh!”
    Amy stomped away through the sand, leaving Jake and heading toward the marina.
    “Amy, wait!”
    “I’m going to go find a cab.”
    “Hey! Are you Amy Cahill?”
    Two men in suits stood between Amy and the marina. One of them reached inside his jacket.
    “Oh, great! And now I have to deal with you people, too. What? You want more pictures for your stupid newspaper? Well, go right ahead and take them!”
    One of them laughed. “We’re not here to take pictures, Ms. Cahill.”
    “Then what are you here for!?”
    The man smiled and pulled his hand out of his jacket, but instead of a camera Amy found herself staring down the barrel of a very large gun.

“Duck!”
    Amy dropped to her knees as a cloud of sand flew over her head and into the eyes