Chapters (81)
- Contents
- Books by Charlie Higson
- Praise for Charlie Higson’s writing:
- ST GEORGE
- 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
- THE HUNTER
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- 19 DAYS EARLIER
- 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
- THE RACES
- 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
- Chapter 67
- CLOSING
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Follow Penguin
- THE BEGINNING
- PENGUIN BOOKS
Lewis looked over to where Amelia was sitting with Trinity round a garden table under a wooden structure that was covered with a climbing rose. Jug of water and bottle of lemonade sparkling in the sunlight. Like something out of an old advert. Happy families. The grandchildren visit their granny … except that Trinity looked well odd, the two bodies, boy and girl, joined together, like something out of one of the Percy Jackson books Lewis had been into when he was younger, before football took over.
Trinity wasn’t no monster, though. He mustn’t think that. They could read minds, couldn’t they?
‘That’ll do for now,’ Ed grunted and chucked a split log into a wheelbarrow.
Lewis still wasn’t sure about Ed. He was sorted enough to be a leader, but was he a fighter as well? ‘You see your man Macca?’ said Lewis.
‘Yeah?’ Ed was stooped over, picking up logs and lobbing them into the barrow.
‘Reminds me of this guy Arran, yeah? Was one of the kids led us out of Holloway. I never really knew him that good. Blue was my general. Anyways, he got bit in the neck, same as Macca.’
Ed started to wheel the barrow away. ‘You’re going to tell me he died, aren’t you?’ he said.
‘Yeah,’ said Lewis, following. ‘But not from the wound. He got hit by an arrow. Right in the chest. Was an accident. This girl, Sophie, shot him by mistake. That’s what did it for him. Only thing is, maybe it was for the best. Quick, you know?’
‘You suggesting I go up and shoot Macca with a bow and arrow?’
Lewis yawned, scratched his Afro, untangling a knot, staying cool.
‘No way, man,’ he said. ‘I’m just saying …’
‘What are you saying?’
‘Dunno.’
‘Yeah.’
Lewis felt uncomfortable around Ed. Knew he wanted to be gone from here. So he left him to stack the logs on the log pile and walked over to the table. Pulled up a chair. Helped himself to a glass of lemonade.
Trinity was deep in conversation with Amelia.
‘So, if I understand you right,’ Trey was saying, ‘the disease is parasitical.’
‘That’s right,’ said Amelia.
‘What, you mean like a bug?’ Lewis butted in. ‘An insect thing?’
‘Along those lines, yes,’ said Amelia.
‘It moved from this tribe in the rainforest into the scientists who were studying them,’ Trio explained. ‘Scientists from Promithios, from Medicines Without Frontiers and loads of other organizations out there.’
‘From all around the world,’ said Amelia.
Lewis remembered the Twisted Kids talking about Promithios back at the museum. It’s where their parents had worked and where they’d been hiding out when Blue found them.
‘They were immunized and screened for all known diseases,’ said Amelia. ‘They were the experts in their field.’
‘So how come no one spotted this new sickness?’ said Lewis.