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
Brooke took a few paces from under the climbing rose and stood in the sun. Lewis realized he hadn’t seen her here in the garden before. She spent all her time with Macca …
He felt suddenly cold.
‘Is he asleep?’ he asked. Brooke shook her head, said nothing, looked like she’d crack into pieces if she tried to speak.
Ed put his arms round her and she collapsed against his shoulder, shaking with sobs.
So that was it then. The holiday was over.
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‘We’re thinking we’re going to stay here.’
‘Yeah? You sure? We could really use you guys.’ Ed looked at Trinity. He was still trying to get his head round the memory of the little guy on their back coming alive.
‘Well, you’ll have to admit we haven’t exactly been a lot of help so far,’ said Trio, and she looked down at her feet embarrassed.
‘You mean Macca?’ Ed asked.
‘Yeah.’
‘To be fair, you did try to warn us.’
‘It wasn’t good enough.’
Ed shrugged. He wasn’t going to argue the point.
‘The thing is,’ said Trey. ‘We think we can be more use here. There’s so much Amelia knows, and together with what we know about Promithios, and, well, how we are and everything.’
‘It’s your decision.’ Ed turned away. He was trying to get the car ready. Packing supplies into the boot. Trinity followed him, walking fast on their two good legs.
‘Amelia’s old,’ said Trey. ‘She might not live much longer. This is our last chance.’
‘Last chance of what?’ Ed asked, hefting a box of beans that Amelia had given him into the back of the car.
‘Of finding a cure,’ said Trio.
‘You really think that’s possible?’ Ed stopped what he was doing.
‘There’s a chance,’ said Trey. ‘A chance we might be able to work out a way to fight this thing. It’s got to be worth it.’
‘You mean it’s more important than chasing off around the countryside looking for Ella?’
‘That’s not what we meant,’ said Trey.
‘It’s true, though.’ Ed held out his hands in a hopeless, empty, gesture. ‘I don’t even really know myself why I’m doing this. So I’m not arguing with you. You’re right. Stay here. Talk to Amelia. Work out a way to kick the disease in the balls. Do it for Macca, and all the other kids who’ve died. Once we’ve found Ella – if we find Ella – we’ll come back and pick you up before heading back into town.’
Ed smiled, trying to reassure Trinity. It all seemed so simple and straightforward. But so far one of them had been killed and they hadn’t even begun to look for Sam’s sister.