“Posso aiutarvi?” he said.

“I’m sorry, we don’t speak Italian,” Uncle Jake said.

His comment caused the man’s frown lines to deepen. “Americans,” he huffed. “Are you lost?”

“No, we’re looking for a guest of the hotel,” Uncle Jake said.

“What is this guest’s name?”

“Well, this is going to sound silly, but her name is Goldilocks,” Sabrina said, bracing herself for a laugh. However, the man didn’t even blink.

“You are friends with Ms. Locks?” he said.

Uncle Jake nodded. “Yes, we’re very close.”

The hotel manager seemed reluctant.

“Listen pal,” Uncle Jake said, “are you going to help us find her or should we just start knocking on doors?”

The man’s eyes widened in horror. “Take the elevators along the east wall. She’s on the third floor—suite 311.”

“Thank you,” Daphne said.

The group took an elevator to the third floor and followed the hallways until they found the room.

“This is it,” Daphne said, taking Sabrina’s hand. “I can’t wait to talk to Mom and Dad. They’re going to be surprised by how much we’ve grown.”

“You want to do the honors?” Uncle Jake asked her, gesturing to the door.

Sabrina nodded. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It drifted open at her touch. The lock and doorjamb were splintered and broken.

The Grimms looked at one another, suspicious. Uncle Jake frowned, pulled a magic wand from his overcoat, and stepped through the doorway. Nothing else seemed to be disturbed in the front room, but there were doors leading to others.

“Hello?” Jake called out.

There was no answer, but a moment later Sabrina heard the sound of breaking glass. Uncle Jake held up his hand to motion for everyone to be quiet. They heard a door slam and followed the sound, walking through the beautiful suite filled with elegant furniture, paintings, and linens. When they got to a closed door, their uncle turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. “Goldie? Are you OK?”

Just then, a tall man in a black jacket and pants appeared from behind the door. He was wearing a black motorcycle helmet that disguised his identity. On his chest was a horrible mark: a handprint in red paint. The paint ran down in drips like blood. The girls had seen the mark many times, but never so far from home. It was the mark of the Scarlet Hand.

The mysterious man punched Uncle Jake hard in the face and pushed past the girls and out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Sabrina and Daphne helped their uncle to his feet.

“That wasn’t very cool,” her uncle complained as he rubbed his jaw.

“Who was that?” Sabrina asked.

“Beats me,” Uncle Jake said.

“Where’s Goldilocks?”

They searched the other rooms but there was no sign of the blond beauty, or anyone else for that matter.

“I think she left in a hurry,” Uncle Jake said. “Her clothes and suitcase are still in the closet.”

Suddenly, Sabrina heard a loud engine start. Everyone rushed out to the balcony to find its source. The masked villain was on the narrow sidewalk below the hotel, sitting atop a black motorcycle. He revved his engine, sending a loud rumbling throughout the neighborhood, then sped along the edge of the canal. Sabrina wondered where he was racing until she spotted Goldilocks drifting down the waterway in a gondola. The motorcyclist was following her.

“She’s in trouble,” Daphne said.

“C’mon!” Uncle Jake cried and led the children out into the hall. They bypassed the elevator for the faster stairs. They ran through the lobby, causing the manager to cross his arms with a harrumph, and then they charged through the front doors out into the city. Outside, Sabrina spotted Goldilocks. She was surprised at the distance the boat had traveled in such a short time.

“What now?” she asked, but Daphne had already sprung into action. She descended a flight of wooden steps and jumped into an empty gondola. A moment later, she had the barge pole and was pushing away from the dock, giving the rest of the group only seconds to climb aboard. Uncle Jake took the pole and after a few awkward attempts, the group was floating down the canal in pursuit of the beautiful woman. Sabrina heard angry shouts from behind them and turned to see a red-faced gondolier race to the steps and shake his fist at the boat and its occupants.

Daphne waved at the man apologetically. “Sorry! This is an emergency.”

Uncle Jake pushed harder and harder with the pole, trying to catch up with Goldilocks. All the while, the man on the motorcycle puttered along like a mechanical tiger stalking its lunch. When he ran out of sidewalk he simply steered onto one of the city’s beautiful bridges and crossed to the other side of the street. His erratic behavior turned the heads of tourists and locals alike, as the sidewalks were built for pedestrians only. On more than one occasion he forced an unlucky person to leap into the water to avoid being run over. The commotion was causing problems in the canal, too. Boats steered out of the way to avoid colliding with the unexpected swimmers. Other boats stopped abruptly, causing a traffic jam. In a matter of seconds, the family’s chase had come to a complete halt.

“What do we do now?” Sabrina said, watching Goldilocks’s boat at the head of the line. She was still drifting along undeterred.

Uncle Jake set the pole in the boat. “We improvise,” he said, stepping onto the boat next to theirs. Daphne was right behind him, followed by Sabrina. They moved from one boat to the next, careful not to capsize each new vessel. Soon they were making good progress and closing the gap between themselves and Goldilocks.

Daphne called out to the woman when they were just three boats away. Goldilocks turned to them, but her attention was quickly distracted. The motorcyclist in black raced up a bridge directly over the canal and parked his bike. The bridge was under construction, and several large stones intended for the repairs were stacked nearby. The motorcyclist heaved one off the bridge and onto Goldilocks’ boat. His aim was either incredible or incredibly lucky. The heavy stone blasted through the bottom of the boat and water started pouring through the hole like a geyser. Startled, the gondolier leaped into the water, leaving Goldilocks to fend for herself.

Goldilocks, however, stood up calmly, glanced around as if searching for someone, and then did something so odd that Sabrina wondered if the woman was insane. She began chirping and squawking at a pigeon resting on the bridge. The bird seemed just as surprised by the woman’s noises as Sabrina, and it flew into the air.

“What was that all about?” Sabrina asked, but before anyone could answer, a flock of pigeons returned, casting an enormous shadow over the canal. They dove down to Goldilocks’s boat and dug their tiny talons into her clothes. Together they lifted her out of the boat, their wings flapping furiously. Goldilocks sailed high above the canals and over the hotels and other buildings. Sabrina gaped as she watched the woman disappear into the horizon.

“Did you see that? It was like she was talking to those birds. They seemed to understand her!” Sabrina said.

“Yeah, I forgot about that,” Uncle Jake said. “Goldilocks can talk to animals.”

Sabrina scanned the bridge for the motorcyclist but he was gone. All she heard was the sound of his engine fading in the distance.

“Who was that guy, anyway?” Daphne asked as their boat bumped into the gondola of some Japanese honeymooners.

“I don’t know,” Uncle Jake said. “But now I know why Goldie keeps moving around so much. He’s chasing her. She’s in danger.”

When the family returned home, there was no time to relax or even discuss what had just happened. Granny Relda and Barto the miniature orc were waiting. Judge Hatter had moved the trial up by three hours. If they didn’t leave for the courthouse right away they would miss the day’s proceedings. Granny ushered them all downstairs and into the family car. Uncle Jake started the massive jalopy, and after a good ten minutes of knocks and rattles, and several loud backfires, the vehicle was on the road headed toward the courthouse.