The Cobra Conundrum
By [Name Confidential] Cahill, Janus (Fan Fic. Between Book 6 and Book 7 of the 39 clues series with the occasional forth wall by me)
"Hammer" a.k.a Hamilton Holt, was not used to this type of deception.
When Amy and Dan Cahill, his annoying cousins had emailed from Jakarta, he knew something was up. The Holt family was sitting at some pub in Adelaide while Eisenhower grumbled about softies for children.
"Dad, look at this, there in Jakarta!"
"Hawaii? What Island, How'd they get there?" He demanded.
"Sir? It's in Indonesia"
"I knew that!" snapped his father, "What do they want?"
"They'll give us a clue, if we help pretend they died" Hamilton almost blushed when he read the line that he had to pretend to mourn Amy to make Ian guilty. But Holts didn't feel embarrassment, not now, not ever.
"Fine, tell them to stay where they are... We're going to Jaka!"
"Java, Sir"
"Shut up!"
"Yes sir."
Natalie Kabra sighed as she watched her brother lamely play croquet on the hotel lawns. Her mother smiled as she filed her nails and watched the shopping channel. Ian came in, having lost the match, but Natalie knew he lost more than that. She couldn't quite empathize with him though. She had never experienced loss except with maybe designer wear and that poodle she once had. Natalie could never figure out why he ran away, she was a perfect owner providing him with mani/pedis, doggy clothes and accessories, and his own AmEX. Well things come and go don't they she thought, thinking about the other two in the room in particular. Isabel looked up, "Ian, what's wrong? You miss that orphan brat?" Ian glared at her with rue, his face full of dishonesty.
"Of course not, its that Russian lady, she was a decent resource and now she is no longer a Lucian, She may become a madri--"
" Oh, but the kids made it out alive,"
"What?"
"And, Irina died in the process."
"How did you find out though?"
" Think, I intercepted an email obviously, it was from Amy to that Holt boy explaining the whole thing. They were plotting to make us, well namely you, feel blameworthy for their "deaths."'
Ian stood there in complete awe. Natalie, on the other hand, was not so surprised, they were like Juicy's, their called couture but then you find them on another elite, it was impossible to be unique sometimes.
Isabel glanced disgustedly at Ian, "Close your mouth, you're going to get a cold, and that would be sad, considering we have an advantage." Natalie smiled to herself smugly as her mother continued, " Now, let's go give our "dead" cousins a visit, eh?"
Amy waited back at the hotel with Saladin, Dan, Alistair, and Nellie. They were discussing where to go next. Alistair studied the poem, they wouldn't tell him yet. For some reason, she was furious with him, after finding our he was there, and he had stolen the poem. She remembered Irina, Isabel's done it again, last time I walked away, this time, I won't let it happen.
She got up to talk to him, she wasn't sure what she would do, Amy, didn't really want explaining or an apology. Amy just wanted him to know all the pain he caused them. She pushed away her stutter,
"Alistair, tell me the truth, who was there the night they died?"
Alistair fiddled with his ascot, "Well child, I must confess I was there, as well as Isabel, and Irina, but who killed them…" his voice trailed off. Amy looked at him with newfound courage and hate.
" You know, I remember, not only were you there, YOU caused there deaths, it was your fault. All for 1 clue, that you don't even know is a clue!"
Her Uncle blinked in shock, " Now Amy, that's not true, I didn't light the matc--"
But Amy wasn't finished, " No, but you were there and you didn't prevent it, you stole that poem my parents died trying to find."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know, Isabel would've…"
"So you care more about your safety? You said you cared about us, and guess what? Isabel's still after you, and our parents are dead! So thanks for "helping" but next time, no thanks!" She turned around and took back her place beside Dan.
Alistair was pale, dabbing himself with his fuchsia handkerchief. He opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment (how convenient :D) there was knocking on the door. Oh, that must be the Holts, Amy thought, she went to open the door and instead came face to face with William McIntyre.
"Hello children," The lawyer said with a huge smile on his face, " long time no see, How have you been?" he asked as if they were long lost cousins. Dan thought it was peculiar that he had found them, also that Nellie hadn't noticed his arrival, more focused on her iPod. Then Mr. McIntyre's smile melted to a more dire expression, "Children, you are in danger, Isabel Kabra knows you're alive."