Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- NOW
- One
- BEFORE
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- NOW
- Twenty-One
- BEFORE
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- NOW
- Thirty-Nine
- BEFORE
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- NOW
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- AFTER
- Fifty-Six
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
‘No,’ Stephanie replied, shaking her head and smiling thinly. ‘Nothing like that. It was an online thing. An anti-bullying group. Like a helpline, but done on the internet. Locally, from what I can gather. I looked it up at the time and it seemed like you spoke to someone on a message board type of thing, then you could see them face-to-face if you wanted to. I saw Emily looking at it one day, but she closed her laptop when she realised I’d seen it. I googled the name of it and found out what it was.’
‘Did you talk to her about it?’
‘I tried to, but she wasn’t having any of it. She never talked to me about anything.’
Mark nodded and pulled out his notepad. ‘What was the name of this company?’
‘The Huddle,’ Stephanie said, then pulled her phone out from her pocket and checked again. ‘Yeah, there it is. I don’t know what it’s all about, but I know she was using it. I tried talking to her about it more, but by that point we weren’t really getting along.’
‘Why was that?’
Stephanie sighed, putting her phone away. ‘I’ve told you. Nothing important. Just silly stuff. I wanted to help her, but she just wasn’t seeing sense. I couldn’t get her away from her screen long enough to have a proper conversation with her and probably didn’t try hard enough. I should have made more of an effort, I suppose.’
‘You did the best you could, I’m sure of it.’ Mark smiled thinly, which turned into a grimace as she looked away. Maybe she could feel the insincerity of his statement as much as he could.
He wasn’t sure of anything. Other than he needed to speak to the people supposedly helping Emily.
Twenty-Nine
PLAYER ONE
Another phone call.
The next level.
Giving her the instructions. Telling her what they wanted.
She had tried to question it, tried to back out and find another way. It had been pointless. There was no reasoning with the voice.
She knew now that they had been watching everything. Checking her old posts, the way she had spoken online, what she’d talked about. Waiting for her to make one last mistake. Take it too far.