The Black Circle

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Amy Cahill liked to be the first one up in the morning. But not if it was because someone was screaming outside her hotel-room door. "Telegram for Mr. Cahill!"The words were accompanied by a thunderous knocking. Amy bolted upright in a panic, a terrifying thought racing through her mind. Madrigals!The yell came again."Message for you!"Amy, her brother, Dan, and their au pair, Nellie, had fled to a different Cairo hotel in the night, afraid they might be attacked by the mysterious sect they knew so little about. The Madrigals couldn't know where we are, could they?Dan rolled off the fuzzy gold couch he was sleeping on and landed on the floor with a thud."No, Irina! Not the Catfish Hunter!" he yelled.

Amy sighed. Once again, her brother was locked in a dream in which their cousin Irina Spasky was shredding a beloved baseball card with her fingernails.2"Wake up, Dan. You're dreaming." Amy had never felt so tired in her life, and her brother was, as usual, acting like an idiot. "Telegram!"The knock at the door came again. "Dan! Get... the ... door!"Amy stuffed her face in a pillow and screamed. She was awake for good and she knew it. Peering past her pillow, she saw that Nellie was still totally dead to the world."Coming!" cried Amy. "Hold your horses!"When she reached the door, she hesitated, a familiar fear gripping her insides. What if she let someone dangerous in?

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