The Black Circle (The 39 Clues , Book 5)
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A strange telegram lures fourteen-year-old Amy Cahill and her younger brother, Dan, deep into Russia and away from the only trustworthy adult they know. Signed with the initials NRR, the telegram launches a race to uncover a treasure stolen by the Nazis and the truth about the murder of the last Russian royal family. All too soon, the treasure hunt starts to smell like a Lucian trap. But the bait might just be irresistible . . . what will Amy and Dan risk to find out what really happened on the night their parents died?
they reached the main entrance. Irina tapped out a code on her phone, held it up to an electronic alarm on the wall, and the huge wooden door clicked. She ushered Dan and Amy out into the cool night. Once on the street, Irina hesitated, then seemed to make up her mind. “That map leads to secrets people would kill to protect,” said Irina. She shut the door and started walking away. “Leave now, alive. Someday you’ll thank me.” Dan and Amy watched her leave with open mouths, feeling like two small
guidebook?” “Can I drive now?” Dan asked again. “Not a chance.” “Come on! Let me drive! Please!” Within the space of thirty seconds, Dan asked if he could drive nine more times before finally handing over the guidebook. Amy flipped to Siberia, to a picture she’d seen with a caption that had interested her. “Okay, check this out. A long time ago, back when they had labor camps in these Siberian outposts, they put a lot of the political prisoners to work on this one road. It was long. I mean
Five rings later, he hung up, unable to reach his father. As usual. He dialed again. This time, after three rings, Irina Spasky answered. “I’m busy,” she snapped. “Our day isn’t going as well as I’d expected. I hope you have better news for me.” “Couldn’t handle the Holts? Why am I not surprised?” Ian refused to be distracted by the sniping. He gathered himself, took a very deep breath, and put in the order. “You have to get rid of them. They’re working with the Holts, and I’m pretty certain
quickly turned the dials to diamonds and hearts. The door clicked open. “Here we go,” said Amy, taking a deep breath as Dan pulled the heavy door forward just enough for them to sneak through. The air was cool and dank, as if they were walking on packed earth. It was dark down there and Dan couldn’t feel a light switch on the wall. He flicked on their one flashlight. “Should we close the door behind us?” asked Amy. “Better not. What if we get locked in? I don’t want them discovering our bones
other one,” Amy said. Dan flipped open the second passport and nearly fell over. “You really need to fire whoever’s cutting your hair.” Amy grabbed the passport from Dan. In it, she was wearing a short black wig and stylish red-rimmed glasses. “I’m twenty!” Dan had already pulled out each of the parts to make his disguise and begun putting them on, setting Amy’s wig and glasses aside as he went. At the bottom of the box, under the wig, Amy spied an inch-thick paperback. Dan knew it was love