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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
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  95. EPILOGUE
  96. AGATHA
  97. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  98. Also by Rainbow Rowell
  99. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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This is ridiculous. Jamie Salisbury hasn’t been kidnapped. He’s just hiding from his mother. I need to find Philippa. She’s here somewhere—the bag is pulling towards the far wall of Salisbury’s cell.

I step in front of Simon before he tells Salisbury the whole story. “Where’s Pippa?” I demand. “Pippa Stainton?”

“Pippa?” Salisbury says. “She’ll be at Watford by now, with Smith.” He looks at Simon. “You’re supposed to be there, too.”

He’s useless. I head for the door.

Once I’m in the hallway, I try to let the bag lead, but it wants to move as the crow flies, not down hallways and through doors.

“Baz, wait!” It’s Penelope. I ignore her. Philippa is close. She must be—the bag is getting harder to hold on to. If I let go of it, it will smash into one of these brick walls and destroy the tape recorder. Fucking Bunce and her spells.

Most of the doors down here aren’t locked. Most of the rooms are empty. When I get to the end of the hall, the bag pulls me flat against a door. I have to arch my neck up to breathe. I pry my arm free and try the door. It’s locked. My wand is already in my hand. “Open Sesame!”

I try the knob again, and the bag pushes the door open, hauling me in.

It’s a dark room. Philippa is here. Her hands are tied. And a man is holding a wand to her head.

“Drop your wand,” he says. “Now.”

68

SIMON

“Honestly,” Jamie Salisbury says. “I’m fine.”

I suppose he looks fine. He’s watching music videos. He’s got a pot of tea and a stack of dirty dishes. There’s a bed down here. “Maybe you could call your mum,” I say, “and tell her that.”

“I will,” Jamie says, “as soon as Smith—”

“Smith won’t let you call your mum?”

“It’s not that simple—”

“Simon”—Penelope is pulling on my arm—“we can’t let Baz run off.”

I turn to her. “Where’d he go?”

Shepard is standing in the doorway. “Down the hall and out of sight.”

“Fuck.” I run after Penny—out the door, into the passageway. It’s a properly creepy basement. One step up from the Catacombs. We run past a bunch of empty rooms and round the corner. Penny gets to the last doorway and stops—I run into her back.

There’s an old man standing inside the room with a wand to Baz’s head.

“Drop your wands.”

69

BAZ

“Drop your wands,” the man says.

And instead Penelope Bunce raises her fist. “K.O.!”

The man slumps to the ground.

“Evander!” Salisbury shouts.

“For fuck’s sake, Bunce, you could have killed me.” I pick up my wand and rub my temple. I wonder if I have enough blood in me to bruise.