Free The 39 Clues Turbulence by Riley Clifford Page B

tumbling and jujitsu practice in the gymnastics room . . . if Joe and his crew finished up in time. And then skydiving lessons that afternoon. Amy had tried to include Dan in her planning, but despite the fact that he’d almost died in the first Vesper attack, he generally acted like Amy was crazy. And today was no different.
    “I am getting stuff ready,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I ordered fifteen cases of Red Bull and twenty jumbo tubs of Sour Patch Kids with the purple ones already picked out. It’s amazing what you can do when you’re rich.” A manic smile spread across his face, as if just thinking about the snacks had given him a sugar high. “I can’t wait to show Hamilton the wave machine I got for the pool. He’s going to teach me to surf before our trip to Fiji!” His expression darkened slightly. “It’s a crazy-long flight. They have Wii in first class, right? Maybe I should look into booking a private jet.”
    He unbuckled the straps on his snowboard and had begun walking toward his new bedroom when Amy grabbed his shoulder. She might not be able to stand up to smirking construction workers, or even a sullen Egyptian Mau, but she could certainly handle her little brother. But just as she was about to explain where she’d like to send him on a private jet, the doorbell rang. Amy looked up at the security monitor on the wall; she’d had one installed on every floor of the house. Despite her frustration with Dan, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the three Holt kids standing on the front steps. There was sixteen-year-old Hamilton gaping at the enormous house, ignoring his twelve-year-old twin sisters, Madison and Reagan, as they elbowed each other out of the way, each trying to be the one to stick her tongue out at the security camera.
    “They’re heeeere!” Dan hollered as he shook off Amy’s hand and bounded down the stairs.
    By the time Amy reached the front door, Dan had already disabled the high-tech air lock and was letting the Holts inside. He fist-pumped Hamilton and waved at Madison and Reagan, who had stopped fighting and were looking wide-eyed around the foyer.
    “Whoa,” Madison whistled, craning her neck to examine the chandelier.
    “This is even fancier than Red Lobster,” Reagan said with awe.
    “Look at this rich people’s hockey-stick holder,” Madison said as she ran a slightly grubby finger along the edge of the antique umbrella stand. “I want one!”
    “Ames!” Hamilton shouted and scooped her into a bear hug that lifted her off the ground.
    “Ouch!” Amy yelped, causing Hamilton to release her. “Sorry,” she said, smiling as she rubbed her shoulder. “I’m just a little sore.”
    Madison nodded gravely. “Smart people books are pretty heavy.”
    “No, I’m sore from all the training I’ve been — ”
    “Don’t talk to me about sore,” a voice called from the door. Amy looked up to see Natalie Kabra lugging an enormous monogrammed suitcase into the foyer. “Mum canceled our frequent flyer miles, so we had to go business class .” She shuddered, causing her pink, ruffled dress to sway dramatically. “The seats were horribly uncomfortable, and there wasn’t even a masseuse!”
    The word mum made Amy flinch slightly. Natalie’s breezy tone made her sound like a normal teenager complaining about her mother, but Amy knew that Isabel Kabra wasn’t punishing her children for missing curfew or not cleaning their rooms. She’d disowned them for betraying her during the Clue hunt, for choosing to work with the other teams instead of murdering them. As she stared at the perfectly groomed twelve-year-old, Amy had trouble believing that she'd ever seen Natalie covered in dirt and blood. But Amy knew there was a reason the fashionista was wearing tights in August, and it wasn’t because she’d seen it in British Vogue . Natalie was covering a scar on her foot — a bullet wound from her own mother.
    The Clue hunt had brought the siblings