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friends, but if they were, they wouldn’t let you get involved in these things.” He held up the notebook between them. “The Cahills don’t care about anybody but themselves and their stupid games, and they never have!”
    Amy fell back from the door, squeezing her eyes shut as if she could block it out, but his words were like knives tearing into her. There was a thump as Dr. Rosenbloom threw Olivia’s notebook onto the tabletop.
    “They’re not games,” Jake cried. “This is important, and Amy and Dan —”
    Jake suddenly went quiet, and Amy looked back into the room. Olivia’s notebook was lying open on the desk and Dr. Rosenbloom was leaning over it, completely absorbed in something inside that had caught his eye. Dr. Rosenbloom drew the book off the counter and into his lap, flipping quickly through the pages.
    “Dad?” Atticus said.
    Dr. Rosenbloom held up one hand and turned another page. The lines of hurt fell away and his face took on the same diamond-like focus that Atticus had when he was reading.
    “Not possible,” Dr. Rosenbloom muttered to himself, shaking his head. “It’s not possible.”
    “What isn’t possible?” Jake asked. “Dad!”
    “It was right under my nose the whole time!”
    Jake reached across the desk and shook his father’s arm, forcing him to emerge from the book. Dr. Rosenbloom snapped it shut. “I want you two on a plane back to Rome.”
    Jake started to protest but Dr. Rosenbloom shut him down. “No discussion. You two leave tonight, and call me as soon as you get in.”
    “But what did you read?” Jake asked as his father tore through the room, filling a messy briefcase with papers and stacks of books from his shelves.
    “Tonight, Jake!”
    Dr. Rosenbloom threw on a jacket and headed toward the door. Amy and Dan jumped forward, hiding behind the door as Dr. Rosenbloom threw it open and hit the hall at a run. His footsteps clattered down the hallway past his astonished coworkers. Papers flew out of his half-closed briefcase. A door at the end of the hall flew open and he was gone.
    Jake and Atticus joined Dan and Amy in the now silent hallway.
    “Uh . . .  guys?” Dan said. “What the heck was that?”
    “No idea,” Atticus said, visibly shaken. “I’ve never seen him get like that before.”
    “You three better go back to the hotel,” Amy said. “Dig into the notebook and figure out what he saw. It
has
to be important.”
    “What are you going to do?” Dan asked.
    “Head to the Carthage ruins. There’s a museum there, too. Maybe I can learn some more.”
    “I’ll go with you,” Jake said.
    “No,” Amy said quickly, already rushing down the hall. “You stay here and help the others.”
    “But, Amy —”
    Amy threw open the double doors, stumbling into the bright heat of Tunis. She made it around the side of the building and out of sight before collapsing with her back against a wall. She was surprised to find her breath coming fast and her heart pounding. Dr. Rosenbloom’s words echoed in her head.
The Cahills don’t care about anybody but themselves.
    Behind her, the doors to the library opened and voices filled the courtyard. Dan and Jake and Atticus. Amy pushed herself away from the wall and disappeared down the streets of Tunis.

Cara Pierce stepped into the dojo as the clock struck noon. Her brother, Galt, stood across from her, barefoot in his black uniform and black belt. He snapped into a fighting stance with a snarl.
    The dojo was spacious, with clean white walls and a polished floor of blond wood. A weapons rack holding bamboo swords, staffs, and nunchakus sat along one wall. Up in a high corner, a single black video camera swiveled back and forth. Cara knew her father was at his desk, watching on a monitor. When they were done, he would descend and give the winner a reward.
    When they were kids, the reward for Galt and Cara’s weekly sparring matches was ice cream or a new toy, but as they got older the winner received an