Chapters (75)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Praise for Sleepless
- Sleepless
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Acknowledgements
- Dear Reader …
- Keep Reading …
- About the Publisher
Rory took her arm. Under the pretext of pushing her forward, he whispered, ‘Rosie’s safe. I’ve hidden her.’ It took a few moments for the words to line themselves up in the correct order in her mind, but when they did she snapped her head to him, only to see the side of his face as he turned away.
Harriet stood to one side, bundled up against the freezing air. Normally she was composed and carefully made-up, but Thea could see a deep wrinkle in the middle of her brows and her lips were pale and bloodless.
Delores stepped forward. Thea put her hand to the small of her back, to the little slit pocket in her leggings originally designed to put a house key when running, but now holding a tiny, tiny memory stick. She could feel its sharp edges. It was the only thing she had to bargain with.
Delores opened her arms.
‘Thea,’ she said, her voice warm. ‘I was worried about you.’
Then she stepped forward and folded Thea into a hug, her sharp chin pressing into Thea’s shoulder, the one that she’d hurt earlier. Thea stayed rigid, her arms trapped at her sides, her gaze flicking from side to side, waiting for the person who was going to taser her, knock her out, or shoot her.
‘If you want to stay alive, do as I say,’ Delores hissed into her ear and then leant back quickly, raising her voice. ‘So good to have you safely back.’ She smiled and the effect was jarring. It didn’t fit right on her face, the corners of her mouth twitching with the effort. Thea thought of animals who bared their teeth in warning.
While Delores had been talking to Thea, Rory and Kyle had been helping Moses out of the other side of the car, Rory holding him under the armpits, Kyle carrying his feet. Thea was very close to Delores at the exact second she clocked who they’d brought back to the Centre.
‘Ms Maxwell,’ Kyle said as he neared her. ‘We found him at the lighthouse. Some sort of … vagrant, yes?’ He emphasized the word. ‘Thought it best to bring him back.’
Delores was a master of this kind of thing and apart from a slight pressing together of her lips, she managed to keep her face perfectly expressionless. Something passed unspoken between her and Kyle.
It took Thea a minute to realize what was going on. They knew! Ing Enterprises and its parent, Aspire. It hadn’t been only Delores hiding him away, it had been all of them. And where better to keep him hidden than on the island?
Delores moved away from Thea and bent to look at the floppy body of Moses, just a brief glance, her hair swinging down to shield her face – and anything she may have felt.