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them from helping you!”
Amy set her jaw stubbornly. “Not yet,” she said.
Dan’s gaze went back and forth between Fiske and Amy, the battle of two strong wills.
“All right,” Fiske said. “Then you have to leave the country. Tonight.”
“What?” Dan asked. “That seems extreme.”
“No. It’s the only way.” Fiske sat up straighter. “There’s something I’ve been waiting to tell you. Mr. McIntyre had a will.”
“I know,” Amy said. “He left everything to Henry Smood.”
“Not everything. Grace left him a house in Ireland. She wanted him to keep it ready for you. It’s called Bhaile Anois, and now it’s yours. That’s where you must go.”
Amy frowned. “How can we fight Pierce if we’re in Ireland?”
“You don’t know what you’re fighting yet,” Fiske said urgently. “You need time to dig, investigate . . . plan. The computer system is down. You can’t do much here anyway. And you must trust Grace. Her instructions were very clear. When you had nowhere else to turn, you had to go there.”
“But —”
Fiske interrupted Amy’s objection. For a moment he looked like the old Fiske — fierce, powerful, ready to spring. “As soon as we’re sure the system is bug-free, you’ll get back on the network. You can do it just as easily from Ireland as you can from Attleboro.”
Amy nodded slowly. She had to admit that was true.
Fiske leaned forward. “I’m glad you agree. There’s a private plane waiting for you at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey.”
Slowly, Amy smiled. “As usual, you’re way ahead of me.”
“Just one small step.”
“But what about you?” Dan asked, moving forward out of the shadow. “We don’t want to leave you here.”
“This is the safest place I can be,” Fiske said. “This is a world-renowned medical facility. Anyway, nobody’s after me. They’re after you.” He turned to Amy. “Dan is the only one now who knows the serum formula. And where Dan is, you are.”
Amy and Dan exchanged a glance. “All right,” she said. “We hate to leave you. . . .”
“We’ll be together again,” Fiske promised. “Until then, stay safe.”
When they reached the reception room, Nellie had gone. The woman in the navy dress looked up.
“She ran out,” she said with an air of satisfaction. “I think you’re being towed.”
Amy and Dan pushed through the front door. Nellie was running down the street after a tow truck.
“Nellie!” Dan called.
But his voice was drowned out as a black car squealed to a stop at the curb. Two men got out. One of them flashed a badge.
“Federal agents. You’re under arrest.”
Chapter 11
They didn’t have much time to think. Nellie had dashed around the corner after the tow truck.
If we go with them, Mr. Smood can get us out in a matter of hours
, Amy thought.
If we fight, we’ll get locked up.
Even as she thought this, the agents were hustling them into the backseat of the black car. Amy slid over to make way for Dan.
The two agents sat in the front of the car. Amy looked at the door. There were no door handles. The car took off.
“What’s the charge?” Amy asked.
There was no answer.
She leaned forward. “Can I call my attorney?”
No answer.
She took out her phone. No service.
“There must be a blocking device in the car,” Dan whispered.
Where would they be going?
Amy wondered. Most of the federal offices were downtown. But to her surprise they drove west through Central Park and then turned north toward the Bronx.
She and Dan exchanged glances. Something didn’t feel right.
Amsterdam Avenue was quiet. It was past one in the morning now. Some people were on the streets, walking quickly, shoulders hunched against the chill. A group of young men exited a bar, laughing loudly. A shopkeeper walked out and straightened the stacks of papers outside his market. It seemed so strange to see street life go on when they were traveling . . . where? Amy felt the door with her fingers,
Amy set her jaw stubbornly. “Not yet,” she said.
Dan’s gaze went back and forth between Fiske and Amy, the battle of two strong wills.
“All right,” Fiske said. “Then you have to leave the country. Tonight.”
“What?” Dan asked. “That seems extreme.”
“No. It’s the only way.” Fiske sat up straighter. “There’s something I’ve been waiting to tell you. Mr. McIntyre had a will.”
“I know,” Amy said. “He left everything to Henry Smood.”
“Not everything. Grace left him a house in Ireland. She wanted him to keep it ready for you. It’s called Bhaile Anois, and now it’s yours. That’s where you must go.”
Amy frowned. “How can we fight Pierce if we’re in Ireland?”
“You don’t know what you’re fighting yet,” Fiske said urgently. “You need time to dig, investigate . . . plan. The computer system is down. You can’t do much here anyway. And you must trust Grace. Her instructions were very clear. When you had nowhere else to turn, you had to go there.”
“But —”
Fiske interrupted Amy’s objection. For a moment he looked like the old Fiske — fierce, powerful, ready to spring. “As soon as we’re sure the system is bug-free, you’ll get back on the network. You can do it just as easily from Ireland as you can from Attleboro.”
Amy nodded slowly. She had to admit that was true.
Fiske leaned forward. “I’m glad you agree. There’s a private plane waiting for you at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey.”
Slowly, Amy smiled. “As usual, you’re way ahead of me.”
“Just one small step.”
“But what about you?” Dan asked, moving forward out of the shadow. “We don’t want to leave you here.”
“This is the safest place I can be,” Fiske said. “This is a world-renowned medical facility. Anyway, nobody’s after me. They’re after you.” He turned to Amy. “Dan is the only one now who knows the serum formula. And where Dan is, you are.”
Amy and Dan exchanged a glance. “All right,” she said. “We hate to leave you. . . .”
“We’ll be together again,” Fiske promised. “Until then, stay safe.”
When they reached the reception room, Nellie had gone. The woman in the navy dress looked up.
“She ran out,” she said with an air of satisfaction. “I think you’re being towed.”
Amy and Dan pushed through the front door. Nellie was running down the street after a tow truck.
“Nellie!” Dan called.
But his voice was drowned out as a black car squealed to a stop at the curb. Two men got out. One of them flashed a badge.
“Federal agents. You’re under arrest.”
Chapter 11
They didn’t have much time to think. Nellie had dashed around the corner after the tow truck.
If we go with them, Mr. Smood can get us out in a matter of hours
, Amy thought.
If we fight, we’ll get locked up.
Even as she thought this, the agents were hustling them into the backseat of the black car. Amy slid over to make way for Dan.
The two agents sat in the front of the car. Amy looked at the door. There were no door handles. The car took off.
“What’s the charge?” Amy asked.
There was no answer.
She leaned forward. “Can I call my attorney?”
No answer.
She took out her phone. No service.
“There must be a blocking device in the car,” Dan whispered.
Where would they be going?
Amy wondered. Most of the federal offices were downtown. But to her surprise they drove west through Central Park and then turned north toward the Bronx.
She and Dan exchanged glances. Something didn’t feel right.
Amsterdam Avenue was quiet. It was past one in the morning now. Some people were on the streets, walking quickly, shoulders hunched against the chill. A group of young men exited a bar, laughing loudly. A shopkeeper walked out and straightened the stacks of papers outside his market. It seemed so strange to see street life go on when they were traveling . . . where? Amy felt the door with her fingers,
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