The 39 Clues: Unstoppable Book 2: Breakaway Read Online Free PDF

car as Atticus paid the driver. Once Jake introduced himself to the guard just inside the library, they were all given badges and shown through a set of double doors.
    “Can I see Olivia’s notebook again?” Atticus asked.
    Amy dug in her bag and handed it over. It was amazing to watch him, she thought. Ninety percent of the time, Atticus looked like any other twelve-year-old on the street, but not when he read. He seemed older than
her
then. He lost himself in it, his forehead furrowing into thin ridges and his eyes going sharp as cut glass. She had the decoded notes in her bag, but it was like Atticus didn’t even need them. Once he had broken the code, he could read right through it.
    Jake was watching his brother, too, clearly just as amazed as she was. When Jake felt Amy watching him, he turned toward her, his face brightening in a smile. Amy felt a jolt of nerves and turned away from him, continuing on down the hall.
    Small offices lined the hall on either side, each one filled with enough scientists in tweed and lab coats to fill a university. All of them were bent over ancient rocks and scrolls of paper. Even their murmurs sounded smart.
    “Wow,” Dan said. “This place is nerd central. Amy, we have
got
to get you a job here.”
    They came to the end of the hallway and an office with
Dr. Rosenbloom
on the doorplate.
    “Okay,” Jake said. “You two wait out here while Atticus and I see what we can learn.”
    Jake was about to close the door behind them but Amy shoved her hand between the door and the jamb. She hissed with pain but managed to keep it open a crack without attracting Jake’s attention.
    Dr. Rosenbloom’s office reminded Amy of a library that had been struck by a tornado. Books and journals and newspapers covered every square inch of the place, most of them underlined and highlighted and powdered with dust. Old dishes and tea-stained mugs were stacked in listing towers beside walls of half-opened mail. The place didn’t seem dirty, exactly, it just seemed like the space of a man with a million thoughts going through his head at once.
    The only part of the office that was at all well-ordered were the shelves stuffed with books relating to Dr. Rosenbloom’s singular obsession — ancient or lost civilizations. Amy was stunned by the sheer number and variety of them. Books on the Ancestral Pueblo People and the Minoans and the Olmecs sat beside ones on more fanciful lost civilizations like El Dorado. Two whole shelves were filled with nothing but books on Atlantis.
    We’ve definitely come to the right place,
Amy thought.
    “Atticus! Jakey!” Dr. Rosenbloom appeared at the office’s back door, beaming. He threw his arms open and gathered his sons into his chest, glowing with joy. Amy had to admit that Dr. Rosenbloom was quite something. He was a perfect mixture of Jake and Atticus. He had the broad shoulders and square jaw of an athlete but the unkempt clothes and the thick-rimmed glasses of a globe-trotting slob/genius.
    The best thing of all was how much he clearly loved his sons. Amy felt a twinge deep in her chest. She looked at Dan and guessed from the dark, focused look on his face as he watched them that he was feeling the same thing. A real parent. Something they’d had for such a short time.
    Dr. Rosenbloom swept stacks of books and papers off the chairs in his office and sat the boys down. He had two paper sacks in hand and set them on his desk.
    “Okay! First things first, I grabbed us some lunch. Tajine malsouka! This is going to blow your minds, guys. It’s like a chicken pie made with phyllo dough. My friend Amina makes it.”
    Jake and Atticus shared an amused look. Their dad
always
had a woman friend who was making him things to eat. Dr. Rosenbloom opened the bag and pulled out what looked like thick pieces of pie wrapped in waxed paper. The office filled with the smells of spicy chicken and warm bread. Amy had to grab on to Dan’s shoulder to keep him from busting through