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English-language news channel.
    “Dan,” Amy said.
    “What? I just want to see how my Sox are doing. You find anything on Founders Media?”
    “Nothing,” Amy said. “Despite owning every other media outlet in the world — along with pharmaceutical companies and Internet start-ups — Founders Media has nothing in Tunisia.”
    “That can’t be possible.”
    “It’s true,” Jake said. “We even had Pony do some digging back home. Pierce doesn’t have any reach here. Not one that leaves a trace anyway.”
    “Atticus?”
    “Zilch,” he said, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes. “I mean, there’s all kinds of stuff in here, but it’s hard to figure out what’s important and what’s a four-hundred-year-old shopping list.”
    “Uh-oh!” Dan sat up in his chair and fumbled for the remote.
    “What?” Amy said. “Dan, what is it?”
    “Nothing!” Dan snapped the TV off. “Don’t worry about it. Hey! Who wants to go break into the Tunisian national archives?”
    Amy tore the remote out of his hands.
    “No, Amy, wait —”
    The TV came back on, showing two highly polished talking heads at a massive chrome-and-glass desk. Amy took a seat behind Dan and dropped the remote by a large crystal ashtray on the table next to her.
    “. . . and for more news on those globe-trotting troublemakers, Dan and Amy Cahill, we now turn to senior international crime correspondent Chet Waterdam. Chet?”
    “Come on, Amy,” Dan said. “We don’t need to see this.”
    A leathery-looking man with orange skin and bright red suspenders appeared on the screen.
    “Thanks, Wes. The Cahill kids! At first, we here at CVB News thought it was all fun and games, but now we have learned that what we are looking at is actually an international criminal conspiracy of staggering proportions. But first, the Cahills — who are they!?”
    The dopiest picture Dan had ever seen of himself popped up on the screen.

    “Dan Cahill!” Chet exclaimed. “Second in command. A fanatically loyal but weak-willed and dim-witted hanger-on.”
    “Hey!” cried Dan.
    “The real power of the Cahill cabal rests here.”
    Dan’s picture was replaced by a grainy one of Amy at the mouth of a seedy-looking street in some unnamed city, looking mysterious and furtive.

    “Amy Cahill! A reckless thrill junkie in the guise of a librarian in training.”
    “Well, they got you there,” Dan said, hoping for a laugh, but getting a glare instead.
    “Ms. Cahill is cruel. Never willing to get her own hands dirty, though, she has a history of luring boys into doing her bidding.”
    The TV screen filled with a shot of a smiling Evan, standing in the sun. Dan looked back at Amy. She was transfixed, eyes wide, skin pale.

    “Amy,” he said. “Seriously. Turn it off.”
    “Evan Tolliver,” the voice-over intoned. “Brilliant student and beloved son of Terrence and Letitia Tolliver. But why don’t we let
them
tell you about him . . .”
    Evan’s picture faded, replaced by a gray-haired man in a white T-shirt and a woman in a prim blue dress. They were sitting side by side on a sunlit porch with a farm stretching out behind them.
    “Our son loved Amy Cahill,” Letitia Tolliver said in a pain-racked voice. “He loved her more than anything.”
    Terrence Tolliver drew his wife close as she pulled off her glasses to wipe a single tear from her cheek.
    “That’s right,” Terrence said. “He loved her and she killed him. Sure as if the girl had held the gun in her own hand. She drew him into her world, and this poor boy, our only son, never made it out alive. And she runs around the world like she doesn’t have a care.”
    “Amy . . .” Jake said, but even he went quiet as the camera moved closer to Mr. Tolliver’s face. He and his wife each looked far older than they used to. An off-camera voice spoke up.
    “And what would your message be to anyone associating with Ms. Cahill now?”
    “Get away from that girl as fast as you can,” Letitia said.