“Okay,” Amy said, blowing out a breath. “Our grandmother Grace left a will that gave us a choice between a million dollars and a hunt to find thirty-nine clues, which, when we put them together, will make us the most powerful people in the world. So we chose the hunt. Along with various assorted horrible Cahill relatives, all of whom have tried to kill us at one time or another.” Shep sighed. “If you don’t want to tell me, I guess that’s up to you.”