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guards pointed their flashlights at the commotion and he caught a glimpse of his assailant.
    It was Vanek.
    The agent lunged for him. Dan dodged away and slammed into one of the jewel cases. Vanek tripped and fell.
    “Interpol!” Vanek shouted. “Arrest him!”
    Dan expected the guards to shoot him, or at least gang-tackle him, but they stayed exactly where they were, protecting the Golden Jubilee. He ducked under their flashlight beams and tried to feel his way out of the black room.
    If I’m arrested, it’s game over. The Jubilee will have to wait
.
    He glanced back over at the guards. The shadow of a man was standing in front of them, shouting in German. He couldn’t understand what he was saying, but it had to be Vanek demanding their help. The guards didn’t budge from their positions, but Dan could see a flashlight beam bounce around the room, searching. Vanek had borrowed a light.
    Dan stood and took off for where he hoped the exit was.
    “Stop!”
    He pressed through the panicked crowd trying to get through the door.
    “Interpol! Stop him!”
    Vanek’s shouts echoed closer and closer behind him as he clawed his way past screaming tourists. Interpol’s finest was only inches away.

    “Do we wait for Dan?” Atticus asked, breathing hard.
    “We leave together or we don’t leave at all,” Amy said as she frantically scanned the people stumbling through the darkness.
    People were using the light of their cell phones to find the exit. Some of them were injured and being helped by others.
    “The lights are thinning out,” she said. “It’ll be hard for us to hide without a crowd.”
    “Try calling him again,” Atticus suggested.
    Amy hit his speed dial. It rang and rang, then went to voice mail. . . .
    “Dan here. The reason I didn’t pick up is because I’m probably eating something delicious. Leave a message and I’ll —”
    Someone wrapped their arms around Amy from behind. She screamed and jerked her head toward Atticus. A second man had grabbed him at the exact same moment.
Rommel!
She tried to stomp on her captor’s foot, but he danced away and threw her to the ground. Her arms were wrenched behind her back and she felt the cold bite of handcuffs snapping around her wrists.

    “Sorry . . . sorry . . . excuse me . . . sorry . . .
umph . . .
sorry . . .”
    Dan stopped near the Ishtar Gate to catch his breath. He hadn’t seen Vanek’s flashlight beam in a couple of minutes, but he knew the Interpol agent was somewhere behind him in the dark. He wondered if he should double back and take another shot at the diamond now, or find a place to hide and tackle it later, after the museum emptied out. He looked at his watch and nearly vomited. There would be no later. Their time was up.
    Someone is going to die.
    The litany pounded across his brain until he couldn’t focus on anything else. The horror of it burst out of his mouth in a terrible scream, and he didn’t care if everyone in Berlin heard him. That’s when his legs were pulled out from under him. He hit the marble floor hard and all the air rushed out of his lungs. As he lay gasping for breath, a flashlight clicked on, illuminating the jack-o’-lantern face of Agent Milos Vanek. Dan tried to get away, but found himself cuffed to Vanek’s wrist.
    “I go where you go,” Vanek said. “We will wait here until the lights come back on. Perhaps we can have a nice conversation while we watch the people bump into each other.” He scooted under the velvet rope near a stanchion and leaned against the wall of the Ishtar Gate.
    Dan had no choice but to join him.
    “Why were you screaming?”
    Dan didn’t answer. At the moment he was almost angrier at himself than he was at Vesper One. How could he have let Vanek sneak up on him?
    “Cat has tongue? Okay. Change subject. I assume your sister is in the museum.”
    “If you don’t let me go, someone is going to die,” Dan said, surprised to feel hot tears of frustration running down his