just got here."

 

"There's trouble in New York. Percy's in danger."

 

"Did he call you?"

 

"No . . . not exactly. But I know. It's a feeling."

 

Mr. Dare folded his newspaper. "Your mother and I have been looking forward to

this vacation for a long time."

 

"No you haven't! You both hate the beach! You're just too stubborn to admit it."

 

"Now, Rachel — "

 

"I'm telling you something is wrong in New York! The whole city ... I don't know

what exactly, but it's under attack."

 

Her father sighed. "I think we would've heard some thing like that on the news."

 

"No," Rachel insisted. "Not this kind of attack. Have you had any calls since we

got here?"

 

Her father frowned. "No . . . but it is the weekend, in the middle of the

summer."