39 Clues _ Cahills Vs. Vespers [03] The Dead Of Night - Plot & Excerpts
It was rusted. Clearly it hadn’t been sharpened in years. Horrible. Such sloppy housekeeping. With slow, steady strokes, the Vesper slid the blade against a whetstone. Each metallic ssssshink gave a sharp echo in the small room. The phone beeped, and Vesper Five put down the knife to read the message: Have we achieved the goal? Oh, dear. Vesper One was all about results. He had no taste for the art. The agent snapped the phone shut, put it in a bag, dropped it on a small table in the other room, and returned. The knife glinted, like a winking eye. Vesper Five raised it high and brought it down on the warm flesh. A wet, satisfying thump. A clean split. Life’s tiny pleasures could not be denied. Vesper One’s answer would wait. Sometimes goals were best accomplished on a full stomach. Luna Amato threw both halves of the chicken breast in a pan. First, the children would be fed. The shower water was rusty and smelled like sulfur. Dan had to touch an old-lady slip in order to untangle a towel from the rack.
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