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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

‘Then you out-argue them, out-think them, outsmart them,’ I told him. ‘A proper education gives you all the tools you’ll ever need to do exactly that. Do it for you, not to please others.’

‘Then how come I have to go to college to please you? It’s not how I want to spend the next few years. I want to work for you.’

‘Stop deluding yourself, Tom. You are not cut out for this life.’ God knows I loved my brother, but he was seriously doing my head in.

‘How d’you know? You won’t even give me a chance—’

‘Could you rough up some old woman who owes me money, or put a gun to someone’s head and pull the trigger if necessary? You reckon you could do that, do you?’ I asked deliberately. ‘Or how about pulling a ten-year stretch minimum because you got caught burying a body or someone grassed you up? How d’you fancy staring at four walls, day in, day out, year in, year out. You could do that too, yeah?’

‘I … I …’

‘Exactly. Tom, keep your arse at college, d’you hear me? If you drop out, don’t expect to see a single penny from me ever again. I’m not bluffing. I’m doing this for your own good and one day you’ll see that. Now get out.’

My brother left the study, slamming the door behind him. The noise went straight through my head, amplifying my headache by several degrees.

Thanks, Thomas.

Proof, if any were required, that my brother was as young as he looked.

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NOW

That was close. Too close.

One of Eva’s minions actually opened fire like they thought they were in some mobster movie or something. Desperate or what? And totally lacking in class. Plus the bullet damn near took my ear off. It came that close. And as for me backing into the industrial bin like that … Stupid or what? I should’ve turned and walked away and no one would’ve been any the wiser. I could’ve been in that alleyway for any number of reasons: throwing up, taking a leak, looking for a dropped wallet. Mind you, they might’ve insisted on seeing some ID. And what if my name is already known to them?

Which leads to the question: what did Hedda tell them?

Obviously enough for them to deem me a threat – which is not good. And they both saw my face – which is even worse. They may not know my name and address, but, with a detailed description and all their connections, it won’t take them long to track me down.