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Award-winning books from Sophie McKenzie

GIRL, MISSING

Winner Richard and Judy Best Kids’ Books 2007 12+

Winner of the Red House Children’s Book Award 2007 12+

Winner of the Manchester Children’s Book Award 2008

Winner of the Bolton Children’s Book Award 2007

Winner of the Grampian Children’s Book Award 2008

Winner of the John Lewis Solihull Book Award 2008

Winner of the Lewisham Children’s Book Award

Winner of the 2008 Sakura Medal

SIX STEPS TO A GIRL

Winner of the Manchester Children’s Book Award 2009

BLOOD TIES

Overall winner of the Red House Children’s Book Award 2009

Winner of the Leeds Book Award 2009 age 11–14 category

Winner of the Spellbinding Award 2009

Winner of the Lancashire Children’s Book Award 2009

Winner of the Portsmouth Book Award 2009 (Longer Novel section)

Winner of the Staffordshire Children’s Book Award 2009

Winner of the Southern Schools Book Award 2010

Winner of the RED Book Award 2010

Winner of the Warwickshire Secondary Book Award 2010

Winner of the Grampian Children’s Book Award 2010

Winner of the North East Teenage Book Award 2010

THE MEDUSA PROJECT: THE SET-UP

Winner of the North East Book Award 2010

Winner of the Portsmouth Book Award 2010

Winner of the Yorkshire Coast Book Award 2010

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
With thanks to Moira Young, Melanie Edge,
Julie Mackenzie, Gaby Halberstam,
Lou Kuenzler and Lily Kuenzler.

First published in Great Britain in 2012 by Simon and Schuster UK Ltd, a CBS company

Copyright © Rosefire Ltd 2012

This book is copyright under the Berne Convention.
No reproduction without permission.
All rights reserved.

The right of Sophie McKenzie to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents
Act, 1988.

Simon & Schuster UK Ltd
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Simon & Schuster Australia, Sydney

Simon & Schuster India, New Delhi

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to
actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

ISBN: 978-0-85707-726-4
E-BOOK ISBN: 978-0-85707-729-5

Typeset by Hewer Text UK Ltd, Edinburgh
Printed and bound in Great Britain
by CPI Group (UK) Ltd, Croydon, CR0 4YY

For Elizabeth Hawkins

Contents

1. The Announcement

2. Discovery

3. The Search

4. Allan Faraday

5. A Hitch

6. A Meeting

7. The Invite

8. Circus Party

9. Escape to Danger

10. Circus Show

11. Teatime Tension

12. Undercover Mission

13. Miriam 21

14. Natalia

15. Getting Out

16. Tracker

17. Handing Over

18. A Matter of Trust

19. Allan’s Secret

20. The Chase

21. Running Away

22. Falling Out

23. The Clue

24. The Trail

25. The Hideaway

26. House and Grounds

27. Finding Lauren

28. The Wait

29. A New Life

30. The Wall

31. The Betrayal

32. Running and Driving

33. The Attic

34. Trapped

35. Fire Escape

36. Into the Woods

37. Deep Water

38. Finding Me

39. The Future

1
The Announcement

School was finished for the summer holidays. I was free – and on my way to see my sister, Lauren. She had just got back to London after four months away, working in Paris
with her law firm. I’d wanted to visit her while she’d been abroad – her boyfriend, Jam, went most weekends – but our mum, Annie, wouldn’t let me go. She worries about
me . . . about us . . .

I reached Lauren and Jam’s flat. As I rang the doorbell, I gazed at my reflection in the brass door-plate. My hair was long, with a thick fringe closely framing my eyes on either side of
my face. I liked it that way, though Annie was always nagging me to get it cut.

The door opened. Jam stood there. He and Lauren have been together since I was six so he’s like a big brother to me.

‘Hey, Mo,’ he said with a huge grin. ‘How are you?’

‘Hi.’ I smiled back. ‘Good, thanks.’ I kept smiling, wishing I could think of something interesting to say to him. I don’t know why, because my head’s full of
stuff that I’ve seen or heard or been thinking about and I actually feel quite relaxed around Jam. It’s just so hard to get the right words out. I mean, I love writing – my
biggest dream is to be a journalist – but talking to people can be really hard.

‘Lauren’s in the bedroom.’ Jam was still grinning from ear to ear. ‘She’ll be down in a sec.’

I wandered into the living room. There was a photo of Dad on the mantelpiece. He died just before I was eight and I’m now fifteen. I used to be able to remember him clearly but now those
memories are fading. I’m not sure anymore if the images I see in my mind actually happened, or whether I’ve just been told about them or imagined them from pictures. Either way, my
memories are blurry, just snatches of moments like being on Dad’s boat back in America or walking to school holding his hand. When I imagine Dad’s face he’s always smiling, like
in this photo. But I know that can’t be the whole truth – nobody smiles all the time.

‘Mo?’

I turned round. Lauren was standing near the door, her lower half hidden by the couch. She was smiling, but not a big grin like Jam. More an excited smile, like there was something she
couldn’t wait to tell me.

I stared at her. Something was different. Something to do with her skin. Lauren’s really pretty with bright blue eyes that light up her whole face and she’s got long dark hair like
me, though hers tumbles down her back in shiny waves while mine is greasy and lank. All that was the same. I frowned.
So what was different?
Was it just that the blue of her top really
brought out the colour of her eyes? No, it was much more than that – like she was glowing from the inside.

And then Lauren stepped out from behind the couch and I saw exactly why she looked different. I stared at her belly. It was high and round and big.

‘You’re
pregnant
!’ My mouth fell open.

Jam appeared in the doorway. He laughed. So did Lauren. I was still staring at her stomach. In the blue tunic she was wearing it stuck out over her slim legs. I didn’t know much about
babies but Lauren looked like this one was about to pop out of her.

Still laughing, Lauren held out her arms and I went over and gave her a hug. Her belly felt taut and firm between us.

‘I’m thirty-six weeks gone,’ she said. ‘The baby’s due at the end of August.’

Thirty-six weeks?
That was, like, nearly eight months . . . which meant Lauren must have been pregnant before she went to Paris . . . pregnant when she said goodbye to me four months ago.
I pulled away from her.

‘Why didn’t you say anything before?’ As soon as the words blurted out of me, I wished them back. It wasn’t just what I’d said, it was the whiny, angry tone.

Too heavy, Madison.

The smile on Lauren’s face faded slightly.

‘I couldn’t face telling Mum or Annie back then,’ she said.

I nodded. I could understand that. Lauren had been adopted as a toddler and brought up away from us – she has two mums and not an easy relationship with either of them. That’s one of
the reasons we’re so close. I could see why Lauren hadn’t spoken to her adoptive mother or Annie about being pregnant. They could both be pretty overbearing in their own way. But why
hadn’t she told me?

Lauren obviously saw the question in my eyes.

‘As I wasn’t telling the others, I didn’t want you to have to keep such a big secret,’ she said.

‘Right.’ I couldn’t take it all in. My big sister was going to have a baby. Which meant I was going to be an
aunt.
And Lauren and Jam were going to be parents. I glanced
over at Jam. He was still beaming that huge smile.

‘Isn’t it amazing?’ he said, putting his arm round Lauren. Then a frown flickered over his forehead. ‘Aren’t you pleased for us, Mo?’

I gulped again. Apart from Lauren, Jam’s the only person I let call me Mo. I’d always taken for granted just how special our three-way relationship was. And now, I realised with a
jolt, someone else was going to get right in the way of it.

I stood, awkwardly, chewing on my lip. Lauren was more than a sister to me. When Annie got all anxious and overprotective, Lauren was always there for me, sympathising, with Jam in the
background, dependable and funny. Were they going to love this baby more than me? The answer came to me like a slap in the face. Of course they were going to love it more than me. It would be tiny
and cute and . . .

‘Course I’m pleased.’ I forced a smile onto my face. ‘D’you know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?’

‘No,’ Jam said. ‘We didn’t want to know.’

Lauren reached for my hand. ‘But you’re the first person we’ve told in either of our families. And . . . and when it’s born, we want you to be godmother, Mo.’

‘Oh.’ I was holding the smile on my face like a mask, but inside I felt like crying. I was being super-selfish, I knew, but I couldn’t help it. I’d always been so special
to Lauren. And now that was going to change forever. ‘OK, sure. I mean, I don’t know if I’ll be any good as a godmother, but I’ll try.’

I could hear how flat and dull my voice sounded and I hated myself for not being more convincingly cheerful. Lauren was staring at me like she knew something was wrong. Knowing Lauren, she was
about to ask what it was. But just in the nick of time, the doorbell rang.

2
Discovery

Jam, who was closest to the front door, disappeared along the hallway. We could hear him opening the door, then a familiar voice.

‘Darling.’ It was Carla, Jam’s highly eccentric mother.

‘She’s early.’ Lauren rolled her eyes. ‘I’m not telling her before Mum and Annie get here.’

I stared at her, shocked. I’d had no idea she’d invited all the adults over. But Lauren didn’t notice. She was too busy disappearing into the kitchen.

Carla swept into the living room. She was dressed in some sort of multicoloured poncho with a long silk scarf wound round her head. A few grey hairs peeked out from under the scarf.

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