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So I want to thank you all for your prayers and wishes for Kathryn.

This chapter is dedicated to Kathryn, who died last January 24, 2011 in a motor accident in London. She was only 21.

May you Rest In Peace, Kat. You were Gone too Soon.


Dan POV

A few minutes after Great-Uncle Fiske called Amy, Cahills were assembled in our living room. I was none too happy about that since some of them were looking around distastefully, as if our house was a home for rats and not fit for human civilization.

I looked around at the assembled faces. The Starlings along with their parents, Uncle Alistair, The Holts who looked depressed and downcast, Jonah and Broderick Wizard, Nataliya, Mr. McIntyre and Great-Uncle Fiske and Nellie. All of us looked worried. Mary-Todd Holt was even crying, a first for her.

"I...I...I ju-just don't g-get why...why...any-anyone would want t-to steal...steal...my baby girl!" She wailed, blowing her nose on a handkerchief. Hamilton put his arm around his mom and rubbed her back. Eisenhower looked ready to kill someone and Madison was quiet, wiping at her eyes every five minutes.

"But where are the Kabras?" Sinead asked

Hamilton snorted. "I bet my whole life that motherfucking bastard was the one who was behind Regan's kidnapping. You can't trust a snake, even after what happened in Ireland." He clenched his fists and glared at the floor.

"Yes my dear boy, you certainly have accusations but we do not have enough proof." Mr. McIntyre said gently

"PROOF? WHO NEEDS PROOF? GIVE ME THEIR LOCATION AND I'LL MAKE SURE THEY'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT AGAIN!" Eisenhower roared while everyone cringed. "THEY STOLE MY DAUGHTER! AND I'M GOING TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE! THEY WANT WAR! I'LL GIVE THEM WAR!" He broke off, breathing heavily.

"William is right," Nataliya said firmly but gently. "In order to accuse the Kabras, we need proof. Now, who was the last one to see Reagan?"

Madison looked up, bashful. "I texted her saying if she could call a cab for me to pick me up at the airport. She said okay and that was the last thing I heard from her. I waited, like, thirty minutes for the cab and then I finally called one and when I got to the flat...she...she-" She broke off and began to sob into Hamilton's shoulder.

"About what time was that, dear?" Uncle Alistair asked?"

"I-I-I don't know!" Madison sniffed. "About...3:40, I think."

Broderick Wizard nodded. "3:40? The last flight from Milauwakee to Boston was at 1:20 so we assume that Madison called her sister at 3:30. That means that Reagan was probably kidnapped somewhere around three-forty to four."

Sinead looked up from her phone. "Bae Oh was kidnapped from Spain at around 9:32. Lilya Chernova disappeared 11:32 from a party last night and Ekatarinas just contacted Paul Addison's parents. He disappeared at 1 pm." Her phone beeped and she looked at it intently, horror on her face. "Another Cahill's been kidnapped! A Janus this time...Lan Nguyen disappeared from a gallery in Melbourne 5:32 pm. Witnesses say that two men in black approached her. Police in Australia have been alerted."

"Lan Nguyen, yo?" Jonah asked. "I met her once at a shindig Momma threw. Talented painter."

"Jonah, please don't use that slang here." Nataliya smiled tightly at him

Jonah looked down, ashamed. "Sorry ma'm."

"But this doesn't explain anything!" Amy cried out, surprising even me. "Who are the people kidnapping the Cahills? What do they want? And why are they doing this?"

I looked up then, gears turning in my mind. It was so easy, connections were starting to form all over. It was as if a giant puzzle piece had just been inserted and part of puzzle had made sense. "It's the Vespers..." I said slowly. "They're the ones doing this."

As if on cue, the power went out.


Dun Dun Dun!

What happened?

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