Free The 39 Clues: Cahills vs. Vespers Book 5: Trust No One by Linda Sue Park

plan was a go.
    Vesper Two peered out of the hotel room window. The hotel itself was acceptable. The city in which it was located was not. Of course, very few cities met Vesper Two’s standards for luxury, convenience, and culture. London, of course. Paris, if it weren’t for all those French people. New York, ditto Americans.
    This city was none of the above, and Vesper Two could hardly wait to leave it.
    A most excellent plan.
V-1 should have credited my genius for more. As if calling me his little scorpion is enough.
    Vesper Two’s jaw clenched, and it took a few deep breaths before calm returned.
    Yes . . . calm. A cool head.
    Just another couple of days, and I’ll be able to make my move. Once this task is accomplished, the rest of the Vespers will all fall in behind me. Take care of the Cahills, and V-1 will go down with them.
    And the new V-1? That would be
moi,
of course.
    Vesper Two opened a suitcase and began packing.

    Iguazu. Iguaçu. Iguassu.
    The name was spelled several different ways, but all the Internet sources agreed on one thing: Iguazu had spectacular waterfalls.
Foz do Iguazu,
the falls of Iguazu.
    IGUAZU. VOY. FALLS. POOLS.
    It was a long trip: First the drive back to New York, then a flight to São Paulo, and finally a puddle-jumper from São Paulo to Foz do Iguazu.
    On the last flight, Amy sat next to Jake, with Dan and Atticus a few rows ahead of them. As they took their seats, Amy reminded herself firmly to keep her mind on the mission — not on the fact that Jake was sitting only inches away from her.
    Jake started talking about Dr. Siffright’s message. “The P.S. to the second e-mail — we still haven’t figured that out,” he said. “‘Lucky horsemen.’ It has to mean something. Champion jockeys?”
    “Fortunate ranchers,” Amy responded, relieved to have something to focus on.
    “Cowboys who win the lottery?”
    They smiled at each other, but only briefly.
    “Okay, so let’s try another approach,” Amy suggested. “Break it down. Start with ‘lucky.’ Four-leaf clovers.”
    “Rabbit’s foot.”
    “Horseshoe.”
    “The number seven —” Jake’s eyes widened.
    “Seven,” she echoed. “So we would need a four —”
    He was right there with her. “To make seven-four, seventy-four.”
    “Horsemen . . . and the number four —”
    It hit them both at the same time.
    “The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!” they said together.
    Amy held up her hand for a high five. Jake slapped it, then turned the slap into an awkward handshake that lasted a whole lot longer than normal.
    Is he trying to hold my hand?
    Amy’s heart sped up a little as she pulled her hand away and pretended to fiddle with her seat belt.

    Disembarking, Jake and Amy told the younger boys about their discovery.
    “Wow,” Atticus said. “That confirms it. She was really smart about it. Even if you decoded the message, it still only says ‘VOY,’ not Voynich. And then she made the clue about Folio Seventy-four separate. So someone would have to know exactly what she was talking about to figure out the whole thing.”
    For the first time since Alistair’s death, Amy’s spirits lifted a little.
    Brave — Dan was right. He was proud of us for being brave, but he was also telling us to keep being brave. I’ll try, Uncle Alistair, I really will. . . .
    The Iguazu airport was a small one. The arrivals hall was lined with booths offering tourist services — hotels, taxis, tours. At a currency exchange booth, Amy changed dollars into Brazilian
reais
;
the clerk told her it was pronounced something like “hey-ice.”
    That’ll take some practice,
she thought, and repeated the word a couple of times. The word for the local currency was an important one to know.
    They headed outside to catch a taxi. About a dozen people were standing in line.
    To the right of the line was an empty stretch of pavement. Two young men and a woman emerged from the arrivals hall; they were dressed all in white, loose