Telegram: Chapter Two

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Amy walked out of her bedroom, fully dressed, while the men in the house sat in comfy pjs still. It was Sunday, and Amy wasn't going to tell them that she would be leaving the house to go and talk to the person who sent her and Dan that telegram last night. Her red hair was brushed neatly as she ran her fingers through it and tied a ponytail in it, holding her hair slightly to the left in a high messy ponytail.

"Good morning," Jake Rosenbloom said as Amy's eyes widen as she saw breakfast served on the table, the boys never cooked breakfast. In fact, Amy didn't even know if they could boil water. Amy let out a smile.

"Morning," She said. She didn't bother to sit down at the table, she reached over and grabbed on piece of greasy, crunchy bacon. "I'm a little lost? Since when do you three cook? And before I eat this, did any of you poison it?"

"Don't be silly Amy," Jake said about to sip his glass of orange juice. "You slept in late, we were hungry. And may I asked where you are going?"

Amy hesitated to answer the question. She didn't want to lie, but for their protection, she had to. "Um, Evan has found some research about Vesper Three. He think he knows who it is, and he says it's not Ian. I'm meeting him at the cafe in a little bit. Got a problem?" Evan didn't know what happened in Timbuktu, but she had plans to tell him later that day. She didn't exactly give them a lie, she just avoided what she was doing before that: the park.

"Was this part of your research last night?" Dan asked.

"Identifying as many Vespers as we can is very important Dan, especially identifying the council. The more we identify, the quicker we find out who Vesper One is."

Atticus stood from the table and collected Jake and Dan's empty plates and placed them in the dishwasher. "She's got a point Dan," He said. "You should listen to your sister, she's pretty smart." Amy let a small smile place on her lips as she looked at the eleven year old boy.

"Thank you Atticus, at least I know someone in this house appreciates me. Now if you don't mind I have places to be!" Amy turned around and walked out of the house, as Atticus smiled from her kind words. She rubbed her greasy hands onto her jeans as she shut the door behind her.

"She's lying," Dan said as the front door slammed. Atticus's smiled fell off. "Not about what she said to you Atticus. I mean, she's lying about where she's going." Jake rose from his chair, and pushed it back into the dining room table.

"Well, I guess I go find out the truth," He said. and dashed upstairs to change clothes.

o0o

The sun beamed down onto the grass. Children ran, chasing each other, playing, running as much energy off as they could as their parents and guardians relax on the side benches.

Amy lifted up her hood on her jacket and slid on a pair of big sun glasses. She took a seat on the swings, she had full vision of the fountain. Something she learned during the search of the 39 Clues, is that, not to trust everyone, be careful in who you believe in. Another thing she was taught was that it was fun to spy on someone, but what she didn't know was that she had a tail: Jake Rosenbloom.

The November wind felt like springs, not one bit fall and that was why the park was crowded. Kids were enjoying the nice weather while they had it. The temperature was suppose to go to normal later that week anyway. Amy didn't mind the crowds. Crowds were good, it lessened her chances of getting kidnapped, beaten up, or worse. But the disadvantage was that the more people there was, meant it was harder to spot out the Subject, especially when you don't exactly know who the Subject or Subjects are.

"Looks like a cafe to me," Jake said, taking the swing next to Amy, her face grew red with anger, though you couldn't see her eyes, they gave Jake the death glare.

"I knew one of you fools would go there and spy on me," Amy lied, taking her eyes of Jake and putting them back on the pool of water that was not turned on. " Though, I predicted it was going to be Atticus or Dan, especially Dan... Not you Jake."

"You're not here to see Evan, aren't you Amy?" Jake said, he paused waiting for an answer, but Amy didn't shoot back or give him a glare. "Silent treatment? Very well... but if you don't mind me asking, who are you meeting Amy? Aunt? Uncle? Cousin? Anybody but Evan Tolliver. Does this have to do with anything that happened last night and that letter?" Amy turned to look at him, her eyes stared into his.

"Must you ask so many questions, be so nosy?" Amy said to him, her voice was almost mad. "Whatever you do, don't tell my brother. Don't even say this to Atticus because he will tell Dan if he promises to be quiet or not. No, I am not meeting Evan. Yes this has to do with the telegram, and I have no idea who I am meeting, you happy?" After her sentence, she returned to staring at the fountain.

"Why can't Dan know?" Jake asked, though he knew Amy was tired of his questions. "Amy, what was on that paper?"

"It's... just someone trying to contact us. Someone we don't know if they are dangerous, or not. And I'm not exactly meeting them. They want me to meet them, but I'm just... spying."

"Obviously, you are not doing a good job," Jake pointed to the figure walking towards the swings that sat on. A smile formed from the man's lips, and Amy's face froze as the man came to a halt in front of them.

"Hello angel," The man said, looking into Amy's eyes through the dark circular lens on top of them. His smile faded as he watched Amy quickly get up and drag Jake off the swing.

"Jake," She said pulling his arm as she began to run from the swings. Her hood fell off of her head and tiny pieces of hair stood from static. "Run! We need to run."

"Amy! Wait!" The man's voice hollered in the distance. Amy ignored it. She could feel the tears running from her eyes.

"Who was that man, Amy?" Jake asked coming to a stop, his hand gripped Amy's wrist, stopping her from running. The man began to walk quickly toward them, he wasn't very far away. Jake didn't let them get very far away.

"A Vesper... a liar, a traitor, someone who you think you can always trust, but you discover you can't." The man was almost there, just a few steps away. Amy looked into Jake's eyes. "Go! I'll... I'll take care of this... if I'm not back at the mansion, by one, call Evan and tell him I won't be at the cafe... then come looking for me. Don't tell Dan about this! Run!" Jake walked off, he didn't run. he walked. His eyes looked at Amy, as she looked at the man who was now right in front of her. He then began to walk back to the mansion, which was just a block away.

o0o

"What are you doing here?" Amy asked her father. She pulled off her sunglasses. She wasn't crying anymore. It didn't look like she was crying. "You're suppose to be under six feet of dirt. I watched you get lowered into it. But I should've known it was a lie, ever since I found out the truth."

"Your mother and I have asked for your brother to come too Amy," Arthur Trent asked his daughter, ignoring her question. "Where is he?"

"Safe... from you. What do you want with us? You already walked out on us. Why come back?"

"Grace is gone, Fiske is gone. Everyone that could tell you can't, either being buried, or held as captives. Your protectors are gone... that is if you count your Aunt Beatrice your guardian."

"Why do I need to be protected?" Amy asked. "Who from? You, and the other Vespers? What about mom? She was in the letters you've sent to me and Dan, where is she? Is she a walking dead person to?"

"Hope is alive as well Amy. She went into the house with me while we both escaped. We didn't want to leave the two of you, but for your safety, we had too. You can trust me Amy. I left the Vespers after I found out the truth about them. I'm not a Vesper Spy getting information from the Madrigals if that is what you're thinking sweetheart. The Vespers aren't your only enemy Amy. Someone else is hunting you down. Something else is hunting you down. Someone is trying to kill you Amy."

"And why should I believe anything you say to me?"

"Because I'm your-"

"My dad?" Amy finished his sentence. "My dad is dead, but I guess my father isn't. Funny, I trusted my Dad, but not my father. My dad raised me, while my father, to the looks of it, abandon me and my brother." Amy took a step closer to him, only an inch or two was the size of the gap that their bodies have made. "My father is a Vesper. How do I know? Vespers lie. Now get this straight, leave me alone. Got that? If I find out that you have talked to Dan again, you don't want to know what happens to you. If you ever breathe on my brother, then you may want to start running. Stay away from me, and my brother. We have too much to deal with at the moment... A dead father contacting, alive, is something that I don't want to deal with. One thing Grace taught me, 'trust no one.'" Amy turned around and left. Not letting her father respond. She didn't want to hear it.

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