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talk.”
    “About what?”
    The man turned toward her, one hand reaching inside his jacket.
    “He’s got a gun!” Jake cried as he exploded out of the gloom only feet from Amy. The man was ready for him, though. He pivoted toward Jake, but Amy leaped up and shoved Jake into the brick wall, putting herself between him and the British mercenary.
    “Amy! Jake!”
    It was Atticus. A tide of bodies was pushing past him and into the alley. More of Pierce’s goons. It was a trap! Amy turned back to the man in the hat just as Dan slammed into him from behind.
    “Dan!”
    There was nothing to do now but fight. The man stumbled at Dan’s strike, but managed to push him aside so Dan went reeling farther into the alley. It was the perfect distraction. Jake appeared by Amy’s side and together they took the man by the shoulders and flung him around and into the wall. He hit the brick with a satisfying
oof
,
and Jake swung for him. There was a crack as he connected with the man’s chin, sending him slumping into the dirt.
    Jake looked back at Amy, but they barely had a second to relax before a blast of white light filled the alley. Amy staggered back, shielding her eyes. There was another flash, and another. This time from the man on the ground. His hand had emerged from his jacket and he was holding some sort of a device. Not a gun but . . . 
    “Smile, kids!”
    Everything snapped into focus. Not a gun. A camera. A flash went off and Amy turned toward the charging mass of people to face a firing squad of flashes. Everyone was shouting. A slight woman in a tan suit pushed a microphone in her face.
    “Amy! Do you plan to brutalize any other people while in Tunis or just this innocent reporter?”
    Amy’s mouth fell open, stunned. The reporters surged forward, crowding the kids deeper into the alley. Dan picked himself up and joined Amy and Jake. The man in the hat got up, camera in hand. There was blood running down his chin, but he was smiling.
    “Hey, Jake! How does it feel to join a global criminal conspiracy?”
    “Was it hard to bring your innocent little brother into it, too?”
    “Dan! Will you ever be able to wipe your nose without your big sister’s okay?”
    “Leave us alone!” Amy shouted, and ran at them, driving her way through the crowd, which had become as thick as a forest. Hands reached out to her from every direction as the reporters pushed their business cards into her pockets.
    “Call me, Amy!”
    “How does it feel to be personally responsible for the death of Evan Tolliver?”
    Amy spun toward the reporter, her hand curling into a fist. But Jake appeared on one side of her and Dan on the other. They dragged her back through the crowds as the reporters took picture after picture. Atticus was waiting at the head of the alley with a cab idling behind him, its back doors thrown open.
    Jake and Dan tossed Amy into the cab and then jumped in behind her. Atticus hopped into the front seat and slammed the door.
    “Go!” Atticus shouted. “Now!”
    “Unbelievable,” Jake said, cradling his bruised hand. “They’re worse than Pierce’s goons.”
    Amy glared at Jake across the backseat of the taxi.
    “Yeah,” she said. “And you gave them exactly what they wanted.”

To make sure they evaded the reporters, Atticus had the driver lead them on a high-speed ramble through Tunis. They were on a highway, then off again. By the lake, on the Habib Bourguiba, back in the medina. A tense silence filled the cab the entire way. Amy stared out one window while Jake stared out the other. Dan squirmed between them.
    “Where to now?” Dan asked Amy, breaking the quiet. “The hotel?”
    “Those reporters are going to be staking out every hotel in Tunis looking for us,” Amy said. “Att, have the driver take us to your dad. We might as well get something accomplished.”
    Minutes later, the taxi skidded to a halt outside the gates of an ornate building. The three of them tumbled out of the backseat of the