The Empress's Tomb

  “That’s right, take your time,” Kiki encouraged her. I searched the surroundings but saw nothing of interest. As the sun faded and the streetlights beyond the trees began to flicker to life, I watched DeeDee blissfully bop all the way to the other side of the park.

  “Good job, DeeDee,” Kiki sighed in my earpiece. “Looks like we’re out of luck.”

  “Hold on. There are men on the move near Betty,” I heard Luz whisper.

  I shifted my binoculars, but Betty’s bench had been engulfed by shadows. “I can’t see anything,” I reported. “It’s too dark.”

  “Your binoculars have night vision,” Luz said. “Hit the button near your right pinky.”

  As soon as I pushed the button I saw the two figures that had been seated on the rock strolling straight for the spot where Betty sat alone on the park bench. Their hands were tucked deep in the pockets of their sweatshirts, their heads bowed, and their faces hidden beneath hoods. Betty looked around frantically, but there was nowhere to flee. Too far away to run to her rescue, I watched helplessly from my perch on the hillside. As Kiki sprang from her hiding place, and Luz and Oona bolted from the bushes, a shrill scream bounced off the cliffs behind me. I knew in an instant it wasn’t Betty. Two enormous black squirrels had leaped from the branches of a nearby tree and landed on the two hooded men.

  As the men spun in circles, trying to pry the squirrels’ sharp claws from their skin, a third squirrel bounced into Betty’s lap before springing to the aid of its colleagues. I dropped my binoculars when I heard the sound of gravel crunching nearby and looked up in time to see a tall, lanky figure emerge from behind a tree and begin climbing the path to the top of the cliffs.

  “Here,” it said, stopping in front of me. “I believe you’re looking for this.” In the darkness, I could see it was a boy my age, but his face was so filthy it was impossible to know what he looked like. He handed me a black backpack. “Tell your friends to get out of the park.”

  “What? Why?” I didn’t appreciate being ordered around by someone who smelled like a pet store.

  “Those men down there aren’t alone. Tell your friends to leave right now. I see your mouthpiece. I know you’re all wired.”

  “Get out of the park,” I told the Irregulars. “NOW,” I added with urgency.

  “Good,” said the boy. He stuck two fingers between his lips and blew a deafening whistle. As he started back up the path, three large squirrels scampered up the cliffs and fell in line behind him.

  • • •

  With a clap of her hands, Luz’s work space flooded with light.

  “You installed a Clapper?” DeeDee teased. “As seen on TV?”

  “It’s technology at its best,” said Luz. “One clap switches the lights on, two claps makes me a cappuccino, and if I clap three times, the lasers come on and turn you all into toast. Make yourselves at home.”

  It was easier said than done. Limbless robots already claimed most of the chairs, and every flat surface in the workshop was heaped with wires, electrodes, and tools that would have thrilled a torturer. The five of us stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, trying not to touch anything that might leave us burned or brain damaged.

  “So what was that about?” Kiki asked me. “I was planning to give those guys in the park something to remember us by.”

  “There were more of them than you thought. We weren’t the only ones planning an ambush tonight.”

  “And you know this because …,” Oona said.

  “Because the boy with the squirrels told me,” I said. “He also gave me this.” I held out the black backpack. Inside were the map and the motion detectors.

  “How did he know it was ours?” asked DeeDee.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted.

  “You saw him? What’s he like?” asked Betty.

  “It was hard to tell in the dark. All I can tell you is that he was tall and dirty, and he stank like a yeti.”

  “Did you see the size of his squirrels?” asked Oona. “I thought Lopez was a pansy until I got a look at those monsters.”

  “Malaysian giant squirrels,” said Kiki. “They’re an endangered species.”

  “Are you all right? Did they hurt you?” DeeDee asked Betty.

  “No, one just jumped into my lap. It dropped this.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a locket on a golden chain. “Weird, huh? It must have just stolen it from someone”

  “Does it open?” I asked. “Maybe there’s something inside.”

  “I haven’t had a chance to look,” said Betty, undoing the locket’s clasp.

  Inside the locket was a scrap of paper. Both sides were covered with tiny handwritten words. Betty walked over to a lamp to read, and the rest of us crowded around her.

  “What’s it say?” I asked.

  Betty looked up at us, her face red with embarrassment. “It’s a passage from an opera.”

  “Go on, give us a taste,” said Kiki with a smirk.

  Betty cleared her voice and started to read.

  “O soave fanciulla, o dolce viso, di mite circonfuso alba lunar,

  in te ravviso il sogno ch’ io vorrei sempre sognar.”

  “You speak Italian?” DeeDee asked in astonishment.

  “No, but I know what it means. It’s from an opera I’ve seen a million times. La Bohème. My parents designed the costumes for the last production at the Met.”

  “Well?” said Luz.

  Betty grimaced. “It’s something one of the main characters says. I can’t translate perfectly, but when he sees a girl named Mimi’s face in the moonlight, he says he knows she can make his dreams come true.”

  “Wow,” said Oona. “That’s one smooth-talkin’ squirrel.”

  “Last I checked, squirrels aren’t fans of the opera. Betty’s got an admirer,” I said.

  “Too bad he’s a criminal,” said DeeDee.

  “Watch it! Some of my closest friends are criminals,” noted Luz, gesturing toward Oona.

  “I’m not a criminal. I’m a business woman,” Oona insisted.

  “Nobody’s perfect,” mumbled Betty. I could see she was flattered.

  “He does seem sophisticated,” I added. “But doesn’t La Bohème end in tragedy?”

  “Don’t get carried away,” Kiki cautioned. “I’m not saying you’re not naturally irresistible, Betty, but even criminals don’t usually fall in love so quickly. There may be something else going on here.” Standing on tiptoe, she sniffed at Betty and couldn’t hide her disgust. “Feet. I thought so. Isn’t that the wig you were wearing yesterday?”

  Betty frowned. “I washed it,” she said. “I thought I’d gotten all the Eau Irresistible out. You think it was just the perfume that made him write this?”

  “Come on, don’t be disappointed,” Kiki consoled her. “This is good news. If you’re attracting boys without even trying, it could mean that Iris’s special formula really does work.”

  “I’m sure you’d get plenty of love letters if you stopped wearing hairy moles and dressing like a freak,” Oona remarked.

  “Nice, Oona.” DeeDee’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

  “I was just trying to say that she’s pretty under all that crap.”

  “Thanks,” said Betty. “But that crap is who I am. Why would I want someone to like me for anything else?”

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  CHAPTER FIVE

  The Boy in the Box

  The day after we recovered the map of the Shadow City, Betty Bent stepped out her front door to find a massive squirrel peering down at her. Painted in exquisite detail on the side of the building opposite hers, it wore a golden locket and a charming smile. The sign it was holding read WE’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.

  “He knows where I live,” Betty panted, running up to the rest of us as we loitered across the avenue from the Marble Cemetery, waiting for the sun to set. “He must have followed me home last night.”

  “Who followed you?” asked Luz.

  “The squirrel boy!” Betty screeched as if the answer should have been obvious.

  “You saw him?” asked DeeDee.

  “No, I didn’t see him!”

  “Then how do you know he followed you?” Kiki asked, checking my reaction out of the corner of her eye. Like the other girls, I was finding the whole scene very amusing.

  “First of all, he painted a giant squirrel across from my apartment. Then, just before I left to meet you guys, a squirrel dropped this through my window.” Betty thrust a slip of paper at Kiki.

  “May I follow you home?” Kiki read with a grin.

  “That’s kind of sweet,” I said.

  “He’s a stalker,” Oona announced, and Luz nodded in agreement.

  “Stalkers don’t usually ask for permission,” DeeDee noted.

  “Well, I guess the question is this,” said Kiki Strike. “Do you want him to follow you home?”

  Betty looked like she’d been poked with a stick. “I hadn’t thought of it that way,” she mumbled at last.

  “Don’t worry,” said Oona. “He’ll forget about you and go back to petty larceny once the perfume wears off.” Kiki shot Oona a look that wasn’t entirely friendly.

  “What?” Oona exclaimed. “You guys have a problem with the truth?”

  “You’re hopeless, Oona,” I sighed. “Let’s just get started. It should be dark enough now.”

  • • •

  Oona picked the lock on the cast-iron gate that stood squeezed between two buildings, and the Irregulars slipped inside the Marble Cemetery. Other than an elderly man with an eye patch who mowed the grass twice a month in the summer, we were the graveyard’s most frequent visitors. Few in Manhattan even knew it existed, and aside from the bouquet of white calla lilies, which appeared without fail every Valentine’s Day, we had seen no evidence of mourners. To an untrained eye, the cemetery looked like nothing more than an abandoned lot surrounded by a crumbling stone wall. But set deep in the grass were six mossy marble slabs that covered the entrances to dozens of underground tombs. The corpses of wealthy New Yorkers occupied all but one of the tombs. Inside an empty stone sarcophagus engraved with the name Augustus Quackenbush was a tunnel that led to the Shadow City.

  A month had passed since the Irregulars had last been together in the Marble Cemetery, and it should have felt like old times again. But as the six of us carefully pried one of the marble slabs out of the earth and descended into the tombs below, I was already wishing the night was over.

  “This place could really use some air freshener,” Oona whined as we marched to the end of a marble hallway lined with mausoleums.

  “Sorry, Princess, but the smell is only going to get worse from here,” I snipped. “That reminds me—did somebody get more rat-repellent from Iris?”

  “Picked it up this afternoon,” said DeeDee. “She was upset that we didn’t invite her to come tonight.”

  My right hand tightened into a fist when I heard Oona snort behind me.

  “Iris knows we couldn’t invite her,” said Kiki. “Her parents are getting suspicious about all the time we’ve been spending in their basement. They want her to find friends her own age.” The hallway reached a dead end, and Kiki stopped in front of Augustus Quackenbush’s tomb. I caught a glimpse of the maze-dwelling monster carved into the side of the dead man’s empty sarcophagus, and my skin erupted in goose bumps. “Okay. Everyone ready? Luz?”

  Luz reached into her shopping bag and handed out packets of motion detectors.

  “We have to split into pairs if we want to position them all tonight,” Kiki explained. “DeeDee, you’re with me. Luz, you and Betty are a team. Oona, you’re going with Ananka.”

  “So how do these things work?” I examined one of the thin black disks, trying to hide my disappointment at being stuck with Oona for the evening.

  “Simple. Each disk sends out an invisible infrared beam,” Luz explained. “If someone—or something—passes through the beam, an alarm goes off. These are the receivers.” We all were given small electronic gadgets that fit neatly in our palms.

  “It looks like a GPS device,” said DeeDee. “You bought six of them? That must have cost a fortune.”

  “I got them on eBay a while back. They were cheap ’cause they’re old models, but they’re easy to customize. They’re programmed so that if one of our alarms goes off, the location of the tripped beam will flash on the screen.”

  “Where do you want us to put all the sensors?” asked DeeDee.

  “I made maps of the Shadow City for each of us,” I said. “Place a motion detector wherever you see a red dot. And whatever you do, don’t forget to destroy your maps before we leave tonight.” Even Oona nodded in agreement. In a town filled with homicidal princesses and kleptomaniac squirrels, keeping one map safe was hard enough.

  We slid the heavy sarcophagus lid to one side. With her flashlight tucked into her waistband, Kiki climbed down the ladder that led from the coffin to a crude earthen tunnel below. Just as I started to follow behind her, Oona butted in front of me.

  “I think you should let me go first,” she announced in a superior voice. “Kiki may need help picking a lock and the rest of you are hopeless with your hands.”

  DeeDee let loose a quick, sharp stab of a laugh.

  “Don’t slip,” Luz mumbled murderously. Betty offered me the sort of sad-eyed smile one gives a person who’s about t
o have a limb amputated. It seemed even she pitied me for being paired with Oona, who was still livid about Iris’s prank and punishing the rest of us for witnessing it.

  One by one, the Irregulars descended blindly into the gloom. One by one, our boots hit dirt and we fumbled for our flashlights. Finally, there were six spotlights swirling around the cramped passageway that Augustus Quack-enbush had built to smuggle stolen fabric from the graveyard to his nearby store. Never intended to survive to the twenty-first century, the passage was showing its age. Specks of earth sprinkled down from the ceiling, tree roots snatched at our hair, and by the time we reached the door to the larger tunnels of the Shadow City, we were already filthy. While Oona paused to brush herself off, I forged ahead. I figured the only way to survive the evening was to act like a professional and hope Oona took the hint. Hurrying through the tunnels, I planted our motion detectors as quickly as possible. Rather than help, Oona dallied and dawdled, rooting through crates and checking coat pockets for coins.

  “Come on, Oona.” I sighed when I caught her examining her nails in the beam of her flashlight. “I know you’re mad, but we’ve got work to do. You can make me suffer when we’re done.”

  “You should have brought Iris,” Oona snapped without bothering to look up. “She’d never let you down.”

  “I’m sorry Iris embarrassed you. But you’ve got to admit, you deserved it.” I could hear how cold my voice had become. “She’s tired of being the butt of your jokes. And you know what, Oona? The rest of us are pretty sick of you, too. What kind of person picks on an eleven-year-old kid—or Betty, for that matter? It’s like kicking puppies. And then you have the nerve to get offended when one of them fights back? I don’t know what’s wrong with you these days. You’ve always been a little rude, but lately you act like you were raised by wolves.”