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Chapters (90)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Praise for Malorie Blackman’s books
  4. Also available by Malorie Blackman for young adult readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Family Tree
  7. Epigraph
  8. NOW
  9. one. Tobey
  10. two. Libby
  11. Then
  12. three. Place Names
  13. four. Isabella Monroe
  14. five. Kellan Bruemann
  15. NOW
  16. six. Libby
  17. Daily Shouter Online
  18. Then
  19. seven. Patrix Ellerman
  20. eight. Tobey Durbridge
  21. nine. Circulating
  22. NOW
  23. ten. Troy
  24. Then
  25. eleven. Owen Dowd
  26. twelve. Eva Foxton
  27. thirteen. Tom Jeavons
  28. NOW
  29. Then
  30. fourteen. Sephy Ealing
  31. fifteen. The Night That Would Never End
  32. NOW
  33. sixteen. Sephy
  34. seventeen. Libby
  35. eighteen. Sephy
  36. nineteen. Tobey
  37. twenty. Sephy
  38. twenty-one. Libby
  39. twenty-two. Troy
  40. twenty-three. Libby
  41. twenty-four. Tobey
  42. twenty-five. Troy
  43. twenty-six. Callie
  44. twenty-seven. Tobey
  45. twenty-eight. Troy
  46. twenty-nine. Callie
  47. thirty. Sephy
  48. thirty-one. Libby
  49. thirty-two. Sephy
  50. thirty-three. Tobey
  51. thirty-four. Sephy
  52. thirty-five. Troy
  53. thirty-six. Callie
  54. thirty-seven. Tobey
  55. thirty-eight. Callie
  56. thirty-nine. Sephy
  57. forty. Tobey
  58. forty-one. Sephy
  59. forty-two. Troy
  60. forty-three. Callie
  61. forty-four. Sephy
  62. forty-five. Libby
  63. forty-six. Sephy
  64. forty-seven. Troy
  65. forty-eight. Tobey
  66. forty-nine. Sephy
  67. fifty. Libby
  68. fifty-one. Sephy
  69. fifty-two. Callie
  70. fifty-three. Tobey
  71. fifty-four. Sephy
  72. fifty-five. Troy
  73. fifty-six. Libby
  74. fifty-seven. Callie
  75. fifty-eight. Sephy
  76. fifty-nine. Tobey
  77. sixty. Callie
  78. sixty-one. Sephy
  79. sixty-two. Tobey
  80. sixty-three. Sephy
  81. sixty-four. Tobey
  82. sixty-five. Troy
  83. sixty-six. Callie
  84. THREE MONTHS LATER
  85. sixty-seven. Tobey
  86. sixty-eight. Troy
  87. sixty-nine. Callie
  88. seventy. Libby
  89. Acknowledgements
  90. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

My happiness was short-lived because, within a few months, Mum took up with Pete. But at least Wolf was gone. But that’s why I recognized the radio-controlled IED when I saw it. And, if I was right, as soon as the phone next to the plastic explosive was called, it would initiate the firing circuit of the IED. With that and the petrol Jarvis had thrown over the car, it was guaranteed that this garage and everything in it would be blown to smithereens in a fireball that would be visible from the moon.

I twisted to look up at the garage ceiling through the side window. Lurching forward, I strained to make out the ceiling rigging and the garage door through the front windscreen.

‘Oh God! I’m right.’ What little hope I had left inside fluttered, flickered and all but died.

‘What? What is it?’ Troy moved beside me.

‘Jarvis has set up an IED with a mobile-phone trigger and he’s also rigged it to the garage door,’ I said. ‘See! Those two wires on the door are linked to the device at the back of the garage. If anyone opens the garage door, this place will go up like a rocket.’

‘So if anyone tries to rescue us …?’ Troy left the rest unsaid. ‘If your dad and Callie come to rescue us …?’

I stared at him. I hadn’t even thought of that.

‘God, we can’t catch a break,’ said Troy.

‘Why didn’t he just put a bullet in our heads and have done with it?’ I said with disgust.

‘Because he needs us alive until he gets whatever ransom money he’s demanded. After that, we’re history,’ said Troy. ‘I think … I think this is it.’

It wasn’t just what he said, but the way he said it. The half-full mood had dissipated. Did Troy really believe that it was over, that there was nothing we could do but wait for death to escort us out of the garage? I’d thought I had no hope left, but Troy’s words had a strange effect. They fanned the tiny, dying spark that remained within me back to life. Troy had spent our time together shoring up what little hope I had inside me. Now it was my turn.

‘Troy, we’re still alive now, and you know what they say about where there’s life, there’s cake. So I’m going to need you to get it together, pull your head out your arse and help me find a way to get us out of here in one piece. If we can get out of the car, we can go through the internal door into the house and escape that way, so all we have to do is work out how to escape this car.’

Troy glared at me.