Sinead's POV
Immediately after hearing the devastating news that Amy, my best friend, has gone missing; I spring into action. I nonchalantly step away from my chair and walk over and crouch next to where Dan was sitting at the mahogany so I was level with the boy.
"I'm going to tell you something and you cannot freak out." I whisper into his ear. He nods as if he understands and I release the news onto him. "Amy's gone." Dans body stiffens at the sound of the two words in the same sentence. He turns to me with an angry facial expression masking his worry.
"What do you mean gone?" Dan yells loudly, with a blotch of concern and worry in his voice. Of course Dan had to blurt it out when I specifically told him not to! Well guess I might as well tell everyone now since Dan got their attention.
Angrily I straighten myself up and send a dirty look down at Dan," Ian, would you care to explain?" I question with a pinch of annoyance in my voice as I backtrack to my chair glaring at Dan the whole way.
Ian glances around at all the Cahills staring at him intently, waiting for an explanation of the outburst. "Amy is gone…" and so he recounted the story of how he went to check on Amy after her outburst and the window shattering. Ian told them about an unseen intruder and Amy missing when he returned from clearing the bathroom area.
Ian's POV
As I concluded my story Hamilton asked, "Who would capture Amy? She doesn't know anything vital to her branch or the Cahills in general." After a few moments of silence as everyone contemplated the matter, something sunk into Jonah's mind as a look of horror crossed his face.
"They think she knows the serum ingredients…." He whispered staring down in the middle of the mahogany dining table, and then repeated except so everyone could hear, "They think she still remembers how to make the master serum." Everyone in the room gasped but nodded their heads as the theory did make sense. Amy and Dan won the clue hunt, so if anyone was to go after a Cahill in search of the recipe they would target her or her brother.
"Dan, we need to get you to a safe place just in case Jonah's theory is correct and they come after you too." I announce standing up from the table.
"But we don't know the recipe! Isabel is the one who made it. All we did was end up with it after stopping her!" Dan protested, standing up across the table.
"We have to get Amy back." Sinead declared also standing up with the boys. "I don't know how or where they're holding her hostage but we have to figure something out, before something bad happens." She said this with such conviction and confidence that the others seated around the table nodded their heads in agreement with this seemly hopeless plan.
Natalie's POV
This idea is beyond stupid. We have no way of knowing who took her or where she is what so ever. I have to do this for Daniel. I can't stand seeing him in so much agony. I glance over at Sinead trying to comfort Daniel on the couch though he seems absolutely numb and lost. I think deeper and harder, ripping my eyes off him as I don't want to see him in anymore pain. There must be something left over from the Clue Hunt that we can use to hone in on her. Suddenly I stand up and begin pacing. All the talking ceases and everyone stares at me extremely puzzled; waiting for me to speak.
"Ian, any chance it still works?" I question. In the last stages of the Clue Hunt, we put a tracker in Amy's cell phone. That's how Isabel knew to arrive at the unusual place with all the questions that brought the branches together and eventually led to the room where Mum… Isabel was patiently waiting.
"Considering she had her phone with her when she was kidnapped, I think we have a pretty good chance of finding her with it." Ian answered his face brightening. We all sprint followed by our cousins to his room.
Amy's POV
Once we stepped out onto the roof, as my room is on the second floor, my kidnapper twists my body around to face them. She is a young woman, about 17 or 18 years old. She is thin and tall, she also has a strong grip though not nearly as deadly as the Holts. The woman is dressed in all black, wore a hood and a piece of clothing that covered the lower half of her face, obscuring her appearance. She glances me over then replaced the dagger at my back and instructed me on how to safely exit the building. On the ground a white mini-van pulls up. Two men dressed in black, secret agent like suits, flung open the sliding door to the back seat and trained guns with lasers on me as the SWAT would do. The girl shoves me into the car and I obtain the seat on the opposite side. The two men take their seats in the far back and my kidnapper sat in the chair beside me.
"Wh-what do yo-you want?" I stutter. I'm not even ashamed my stutter came back; because it's obvious on why it's here in this situation.
"I don't know what he wants from you, but Iwould appreciate it if you were silent the rest of the way." The girl replied irritably facing forward. I noted she had a -slightly faded but still quite strong- Scottish accent. I would have liked to ask her more about where she came from but I was afraid of what she might do to me if I spoke again; Plus I didn't quite trust that my voice would work well enough. The girl glanced over and studied me for a while. Then she reached into a pocket on the back of the seat in front of her and pulled out a sage green iPod and handed it to me without a word. I stuttered a thank you and she smiled, leaned back into her beige colored chair and closed her eyes. I put in the ear buds that were plugged into the device and sifted through the songs searching for one I enjoyed. My eyes widened at the sight of the next song that appeared on the screen. KV 617. The song Mozart wrote. The song that had been a clue. I pressed play and listened to that song as I reflected on everything that had happened. Who were these people? What do they want? I felt tears welling up in my eyes as my thoughts drift to Dan. I missed him and his dweebness. I wonder what the others are doing right now. Have they noticed I was gone yet? I usually find a quiet, out of the way, place to read so they probably aren't concerned yet. Who knows how long until they find out I'm missing or even find where they are taking me. Soon I can't help it anymore any the tears flow silently down my cheeks. I soon begin to wonder who this woman sitting beside me is. She showed me a small act of kindness even though she didn't have to. I see a potential alliance with her. She may be my only chance of escape but I'm not sure how long they will keep her around after she delivers me to whoever he is.