The "importers" would be handing it off to the "exporters" in this garage. There weren't any wrapped-up pharaoh remains in the ancient coffin, but Mom's captors said all sorts of precious pottery and sculptures were hidden inside. The bad guys kept yakking about smugglers transporting an elaborately decorated 2,600-year-old mummy sarcophagus through Florence.Īnd it wasn't empty. We were in Italy staking out this particular parking structure because Mom had picked up a hot tip from the pirates who had kidnapped her in Cyprus. Sometimes I think Dad and Mom want us to save the whole entire planet! Now we're on an even more important mission: saving the world's treasures-and I don't mean just ancient art and artifacts (or, in Tommy's case, this "awesome hair gel" he discovered in France). Dad and Mom used to work for the CIA, helping to keep America safe. That's spy lingo for Don't get us busted with your loud yapping. We don't want to compromise our position." "Something you might want to try for your brain," added Beck. "You guys?" I whispered as Mom and Storm focused on the parking-garage entrance. As the youngest, we were supposed to "sit still and observe" because this mission could, according to Dad, "go south fast." They were both decked out in commando gear: black shoes, black pants, black turtlenecks, and black watch caps (Tommy complained his was giving him a serious case of hat hair).īeck and I were in the middle seats. Dad and our teenage brother, Tommy, were in the back, where you're supposed to stow luggage. Storm was up front, keeping her night-vision goggles trained on the garage entrance. The street was so old and narrow, it was probably built way back in the Middle Ages before the rich Medici family jump-started the Renaissance by sponsoring guys like Michelangelo, Raphael, Donatello, and Leonardo (the artists, not the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles).
That's why the six of us-the entire Kidd family-were crammed into an electric, solar-powered van staking out a garage on a dark cobblestoned street in the middle of the night. There are all sorts of art treasures in Florence, Italy-including the stolen kind.
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