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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

‘I’m sorry about that. My nana has a peculiar sense of humour when she gets going.’

‘That’s OK,’ said Libby, her face only just resuming its original colour. ‘I like her. You’re lucky you have a family who tease you.’

I couldn’t argue with that.

‘What will you do when the dust has settled?’ I couldn’t help asking. ‘Will you live with your dad?’

‘I don’t know.’ Libby’s fork clattered onto her plate. ‘I don’t know anything any more. I just want to sleep for a week and wake up to a world full of answers.’

I knew what she meant.

The front door opened. Hopefully that was Mum and Callie. One of the police officers who’d brought us home told us that Mum, Callie and Libby’s dad, Tobey, had worked to secure our release. I owed each of them a big hug.

Libby retrieved my crutches and handed them to me. After she’d helped me to my feet, I headed for the hall with Libby right beside me.

Callie and Tobey were in the hall. I looked past them. They were alone. I took a closer look at my sister. She was crying. My heart dropped. A tight band started to contract round my chest.

‘Callie, where’s Mum?’

My sister slowly shook her head.

‘Callie, answer me. Where’s Mum?’

sixty-six. Callie

Beyond exhausted, I watched a watery sun rise from behind the treetops to the east of our garden. I was in Mum’s house in my old bedroom. Troy had finally gone to bed, distraught and worn out from crying. And all I could do was hug him and cry with him. My eyes, like my heart and soul, were so very tired and sore. I hadn’t even told Nana Meggie yet. I saw no point in waking her up to give her the terrible news that Mum had passed away. It could wait until she woke up.

Downstairs, in the kitchen, Tobey was making me the cup of herbal tea he’d insisted I needed. I was too weary to argue. My brother was safe and back home, but look at what it had cost.

He had been kidnapped and traumatized.

My mum had been shot and was gone.

And the man responsible for it all was downstairs making me a cup of tea.

He’d been in the kitchen for over ten minutes when I made my quiet way down to find out what was taking so long. As I walked towards the kitchen, I could hear Tobey talking on his mobile. Something in his tone made me halt outside the kitchen door, moving to one side so he wouldn’t see me.