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BOOK SEVEN: JULY

GABRIELLE LORD

JULY

1 JULY 184 days to go . . .

12:00 am Ton nes of wat er sw i rled a l l a r ou nd me a s I thrashed a nd f lou ndered, t r y i n g to claw my way out of t he enclosi n g f ish i n g net. I k new I cou ld n’t hold my breat h much lon ger. My lu n gs were desperate for a i r, a nd a l ready I cou ld feel my mout h wanting to open, even though that wou ld be a fata l move. T he net t i g htened, cr ush i n g me a ga i nst t he t rapped f ish. Fi ns a nd pr ick ly sca les scored my fa ce a nd ha nds l i ke t i ny ra zors. I st r u g g led, pa n icked a nd fra nt ic, feel i n g l i ke my lu n gs were goi n g to ex plode. Pull it up! I beg ged t he f ish i n g boat si lent ly. Plea se pull the net up! Don’t let me drown down here! T he pressu re was u nbea rable. A r i n g i n g i n my ea rs bu i lt i nto a cr ush i n g su rge. My pa n ic esca lated. This is it! T he pressu re sh i f ted as a sudden lu rch i n g, sw i n g i n g motion moved us th rou g h the water. T he net was l i f ti n g! I f I cou ld just hold on a few 181

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seconds longer! But my lu ngs sudden ly conv u lsed

were bleed i n g from t he t i ny i ncisions made by

out of my control, a nd I g u lped . . . a i r! Wonder-

hu nd reds of f i ns a nd spi kes.

fu l, l i fe-sav i n g a i r!

‘Hey! We’ve cau g ht ou rselves a mer ma id!’

T he net had broken t h rou g h t he su r fa ce of t he da rk sea, a nd a hu ge i n ha lat ion of ox ygen

sa id a voice nea rby. ‘Hey sk ipper! Look what we picked up!’

r ushed dow n my t h roat. I cou ld breat he —just!

Wet, bla ck r ubber boots stepped up close to

H i g her a nd h i g her t he bu l g i n g net sw u n g above

my fa ce. I st ra i ned my eyes, bl i n k i n g u nder t he

t he water, compressi n g my body even more w it h

torch l i g ht t hat was sudden ly on me. A you n g g uy

t he wei g ht of t he hu ge cat ch su r rou nd i n g me.

was bend i n g over me, h is su nbu r nt fa ce peer i n g

Fish seet hed, scraped a nd hopelessly f la i led,

out t h rou g h t h ick, cu rly ha i r. He k icked me gen-

pressed a ga i nst my sk i n.

t ly, l i ke he was check i n g I was a l ive. ‘Jeez, she’s not t he prett iest one I’ve ever

12:04 am

seen!’ he sa id to a not her g uy com i n g up beh i nd

T he bottom of t he net abr upt ly opened, g iv i n g

h i m. ‘You’re pretty bad ly cut, k id,’ he sa id to me.

way l i ke t he wet ex plosion of a bu rst water ba l-

‘How d id you get you rsel f i nto t h is mess?’

loon. I was sent free-fa l l i n g from about t h ree

A boom i n g voice from a megaphone broke

met res, a nd du mped on t he deck of t he boat.

t h rou g h my consciousness, t he words loud a nd

T he cat ch sk idded out ever y where a nd I la nded

clea r. ‘Ca l lu m Or mond! Stop! Pol ice!’

w it h a t hud, f lat on my ba ck. I was stu n ned a nd

I st r u g g led to get up. T he si l houette of t he

st i l l st r u g g l i n g for a i r as f ish f lapped desper-

second deck ha nd was tu r ned away from me,

ately a rou nd me. My breat h ca me i n g reat sob-

wat ch i n g t he approa ch i n g pol ice boat, St ingray.

bi n g g u lps. I cou ld n’t do a ny t h i n g except suck i n

I looked a rou nd for a way out —a way of

ox ygen. I had su r v ived, a nd t hat was a l l I k new

snea k i n g of f t he boat u n not iced. I checked for

or ca red about just t hen.

my ba ckpa ck. It was st i l l on my shou lders. I st i l l

I pu l led a sma l l brea m from my fa ce, shook

had t he Or mond Jewel, but had ever y t h i n g su r-

of f st r i n gs of sl i my seaweed from my ha i r, a nd

v ived bei n g u nder water? T here was no t i me to

spat sea water from my sa lty l ips. T he d i m g low

check. A br i l l ia nt l i g ht was sweepi n g t he su r fa ce

of t he boat’s spot l i g hts showed t hat my ha nds

of t he sea nea rby, ever y second gett i n g closer to

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t he deck of t he boat t hat I had la nded on. I had

t he da rk ness, revea l i n g t he choppy su r fa ce of

to get away or h ide! T hink, Cal, think, shouted

t he su r rou nd i n g sea, a nd t he uptu r ned jet sk i,

t he voice i n my m i nd.

bobbi n g just a few met res away. T he t h reats

‘Hey k id, you i n t rouble?’ asked t he cu rlyha i red deck ha nd, squatt i n g dow n beside me. ‘Chuck h i m over t he side!’ sa id t he second deck ha nd, as he ba cked away from t he approa ch-

stopped for a moment, a nd t he sk ipper sta red dow n at me once more. ‘W here t he i n t he world d id you come from, boy?’

i n g sea rchers. He stopped, ha nds on h is h ips,

My t eet h chat t er ed a s I spat mor e wat er

sha k i n g h is head. ‘We don’t wa nt a ny t rouble.

f r om my mout h. ‘I fel l of f my jet sk i a nd got

We don’t wa nt cops nosi n g a rou nd here.’

t a n g led up i n you r f i sh i n g net ,’ I ga sped t o t he

I su re d id n’t wa nt t he cops nosi n g a rou nd

sk ipper t ower i n g over me. ‘I’m bei n g cha sed

eit her! I scra mbled to my feet, a l most sta ck i n g

by t he pol ice, but I ca n’t let t hem cat ch me! I

it as I sk idded i n squ id i n k.

haven’t done a ny t h i n g w r on g, I swea r!’

‘None of us ca n a f ford t hat,’ t he second deck-

T he pol ice boat was pu l l i n g up a lon gside us

ha nd cont i nued. ‘Ever yone we’ve got on boa rd is

now—t he voices of t he cops shouted above t he

on t he r u n from somet h i n g or someone!’

noise of t he en g i ne. T hey were goi n g to get me.

H is voice seemed fa m i l ia r, but before I cou ld t h i n k a ny more about it, t he sk ipper —a n old g uy

W hat was I goi n g to do to protect a l l my stu f f ? T he d raw i n gs, t he R idd le, t he Jewel?

w it h a bea rd a nd a bla ck bea n ie pu l led dow n

T he sk ipper sw u n g rou nd, yel l i n g at h is deck-

a rou nd h is fa ce —appea red. He looked a rou nd,

ha nds. ‘OK you two! W hat a m I pay i n g you for?

con fused by a l l t he u nex pected com mot ion su r-

Don’t just sta nd t here! Sta r t sor t i n g t he cat ch!’

rou nd i n g h is boat.

I f i na l ly hau led mysel f up, g rabbi n g onto t he

‘What’s going on here?’ he demanded, in a thick

sides of t he f ish i n g boat, t h i n k i n g I’d have to

Greek a ccent. ‘W hat’s w it h t he pol ice? W hat’s

ju mp overboa rd a nd ta ke my cha nces i n t he

w it h t he k id?’ he asked, poi nt i n g at me, before

da rk ness of t he sea.

bei n g i nter r upted by t he megaphone t h reats

‘So, you’re on t he r u n,’ ba rked t he sk ipper.

from t he pol ice boat, wh ich was com i n g closer

I was a fra id to spea k a ga i n. I g uessed what

ever y second. T he sea rch l i g ht pierced t h rou g h

was goi n g to happen nex t —he’d ca l l out to t he

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pol ice, a nd I’d be ha nded i n. Wou ld I ma ke it to my si x teent h bi r t hday i n pr ison?

‘Haven’t seen a nyone l i ke t hat,’ t he sk ipper’s d ist i nct voice ca l led ba ck. ‘Did n’t see a nyone on

I cou ld hea r the pol ice a lon gside us, prepa ri n g to boa rd. T he slappi n g sou nd of the water a ga i nst the boat g rew stron ger, blend i n g w ith the gapi n g g i l ls a nd f lappi n g f ish t hat st i l l enci rcled me. W hat wa s I going to do? I was so d ist ra cted, I ba rely hea rd t he sk ipper when he spoke a ga i n. ‘So, you’re on t he r u n,’ he repeated. ‘Bi g dea l. A l l of my deck ha nds a re on t he r u n. T hey’re a l l

a jet sk i. Maybe he went t hat way.’ He covered for me! I n t he cra mped cabi n below, my l i mbs went wea k w it h rel ief. But my rel ief d id n’t last lon g. ‘We’re com i n g aboa rd,’ t he of f icer cont i nued, d ism issively. ‘We need to ta ke a look a rou nd.’ ‘You’ve got no r i g ht to boa rd my boat.’ ‘H id i n g somet h i n g, a re you?’

crooks!’ ‘Ca l lu m

Or mond!’

roa red

t he

loud ha i ler.

‘Revea l you r locat ion! Ha nd you rsel f i n!’

12:19 am W h i le t he a rg u ment cont i nued above me, I t r ied

‘You’d better get out of si g ht, fa st!’ h issed t he

to spot a pla ce to h ide. But i n a few moments, I’d

Greek sk ipper, before d ra g g i n g me to t he cabi n

felt out a l l t here was: fou r na r row bu n k beds,

ent ra nce a nd shov i n g me dow n it.

st rew n w it h clot hes; two sma l l cupboa rds; a toilet a nd shower, a nd, t h rou g h a door way, a t i ny

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k it chen. Ot her t ha n t hat, t here was a hu m m i n g

I t u mbled i nt o da rk ness, a nd crouched q u iet ly,

fr id ge t hat reeked of blood a nd sca les, a nd a

st ra i n i n g t o l i st en t o what wa s happen i n g on

couple of lon g freezers.

deck.

T he place was so sma l l, there was nowhere to

‘Seen a k id around here?’ demanded the offi-

h ide. I cou ld n’t even f it u nder the bu n ks. I l is-

cer’s voice from the police boat. ‘Fifteen to six teen

tened i ntently th rou g h the hat ch-open i n g a ga i n.

years of age? He must have come past around the

‘OK,’ I hea rd t he sk ipper say. ‘I g uess I ca n’t

point—he was on a jet sk i. There it is, drifting

stop you from boa rd i n g my boat. But I’m not

over there, so he has to be around somewhere.’

happy about it, of f icer. We’re ju st t r y i n g to

Please, I beg ged t he sk ipper. Don’t cha n ge you r m i nd a nd ha nd me over! 176

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Someone t hudded dow n t he cabi n steps w it h-

closi n g. T he footsteps ca me closer a nd closer . . .

out wa r n i n g. It was t he f i rst deck ha nd, w it h

I cowered, hopi n g t hey wou ld n’t f i nd t he hat ch

t he bla ck boots a nd cu rly ha i r. He g rabbed me

I was i n.

a nd I t hou g ht for a moment he’d been ordered to t h row me overboa rd. I resisted as ha rd as I

‘W here a re t he en g i nes?’ a voice asked, dashi n g t hat hope i nsta nt ly.

cou ld u nt i l I rea l ised t hat he was d ra g g i n g me

I held my breat h as t he freezer was sh i f ted

towa rds a nother hat ch, ha l f the size of a norma l

once more, revea l i n g t he hat ch door a nd my h id-

door, cut low i nto t he wa l l beh i nd one of t he

i n g pla ce. T he door opened a nd a bea m of l i g ht

freezers. He jerked t he door open a nd pushed

shone i n. I pressed mysel f a ga i nst t he f loor, as

me t h rou g h t he hole. Heat a nd t he stench of

t he l ig ht played over the mach i ner y that I hoped

d iesel fuel sla m med me i n t he fa ce.

wou ld obscu re me.

‘T he boss says you gotta get i n t here!’

A sudden g ush of heat r ushed out.

I cou ld just ma ke out two la rge d iesel en g i nes

‘Noth i n g here,’ someone sa id, before cou g h i n g

i n t he cra mped, g loomy a rea, but cou ld n’t see a ny where to h ide.

a nd swea ri n g. ‘Bloody fu mes.’ T he door sla m med shut.

‘T here’s some spa ce u nder neat h t he d iesels—

I ba rely breat hed a ga i n u nt i l I hea rd t he

where t he mecha n ic works,’ he added, w it h a

pol ice d isemba rk, a nd St ingray sped away to

shove. ‘Get i n!’

cont i nue t he sea rch for me elsewhere.

I crawled deeper into the stink ing, black hole. There was just enough room for me and my back-

1:06 am

pack to squeeze under the eng ines. Cold and wet,

Cra mped a nd sweat i n g, I k icked a leg out at t he

I f lattened mysel f i nto t he spa ce.

hat ch door —I’d wa ited lon g enou g h for t he cops

T he hat ch door sla m med shut, a nd the freezer was d ra g ged ba ck i nto posit ion. T he cops sta r ted boa rd i n g. I hea rd t hei r

to move on—I needed to get out. But it wou ld n’t bud ge. I k icked a ga i n, t h is t i me ha rder. St i l l not h i n g. T hey’d locked me i n.

mu f f led voices, fol lowed by t hei r t hudd i n g steps dow n i nto t he cabi n. T here were t h i n gs bei n g

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l i f ted a nd t h row n about, doors open i n g a nd

Loud t hu mpi n g woke me up. Despite ever y t h i n g,

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I must have slept, or passed out from the fu mes.

w ith curiosity. He didn’t seem hostile, but I was

‘You can come out of there now,’ sa id the sk ipper, open i n g t he door. Sof t l i g ht fel l on my fa ce, a nd I sucked up t he fresh a i r.

very wary of what he was going to tell me to do. ‘T he Litt le Mer-boy,’ he joked. ‘I’m George,’ he sa id, h is fa ce g r i ma ci n g w it h d isl i ke at h is

Awk wa rd ly, I squeezed my st i f f a nd st i n g i n g

na me, ‘but ever yone ca l ls me Squ id.’ He pu l led a

body out from u nder t he en g i nes a nd emerged.

du f fel ba g dow n from a lu g ga ge ra ck. ‘We’ve just

T he sk ipper wasn’t sm i l i n g a ny more. T here were

pu l led i n to t he f ish ma rket wha r f.’

no jokes about h is crew a l l bei n g on t he r u n. H is

‘OK,’ I sa id, ex pecta nt ly.

fa ce was ster n a nd ha rd.

‘So, Merboy, what’s you r stor y?’

‘You must have done somet h i n g rea l bad, boy,’

‘T he na me’s Tom, a ctua l ly,’ I sa id, even t hou g h

he sa id as I l i f ted mysel f up a nd lea ned a ga i nst

t he pol ice boat had been hol ler i n g out my rea l

t he ed ge of t he freezer. ‘You owe me.’

na me, just hou rs a go.

‘You saved me,’ I sa id. ‘But I haven’t done a ny t h i n g w ron g,’ I added. ‘I’m i n nocent.’ ‘A ren’t we a l l?’ he scof fed, sa rcast ica l ly. ‘You work for me now.’

He considered t h is for a moment, before sayi n g, ‘Na h, I l i ke Merboy better. W hat’s i n t he ba g ?’ he asked, nodd i n g towa rds my ba ckpa ck. ‘Not h i n g much. W hat’s your stor y?’

‘Work for you? For how lon g ?’ I asked. He sh r u g ged. ‘Unt i l you’ve pa id me ba ck. Ot her w ise I g ive you to t he pol ice. Understa nd?’ I nodded. I k new I had no opt ion. I’d escaped t he net but was st i l l t rapped. ‘I’l l send one of t he boys dow n to get you sta r ted. Stay here u nt i l t hen.’ He tu r ned a nd va n ished up t he na r row steps.

‘Pretty much t he sa me as t he ot her g uys. Most of us ta ke t h is k i nd of work because t here a re no quest ions asked.’ ‘But you’ve just asked me two of t hem,’ I poi nted out. He lau g hed, du mpi n g t he du f fel ba g on one of t he na r row bu n ks. ‘So I d id, you’re r i g ht. A nd you just avoided a nswer i n g bot h. Sou nds l i ke you’l l f it r i g ht i n w it h ou r crew!’ He sat dow n

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beside h is ba g before cont i nu i n g. ‘I f you’ve done

The curly-haired deckhand jumped down the steps

t h is ty pe of work before you’l l k now t hat casua l

into the cabin, his narrowed eyes watching me

deck ha nds on f ish i n g boats a re of ten on t he r u n

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from somet h i n g. Maybe it’s t he law, maybe it’s

You ca n have t hese.’ He pu l led a wor n towel out

t he m issus, a nd maybe t hey just wa nt to get lost

of t he cupboa rd a nd t h rew t hat at me as wel l.

for a wh i le. W hatever t he case, t here a re a lot of crooks.’

I fol lowed Squ id up to t he deck a nd onto t he wha r f. T he sk ipper a nd t he ot her deck ha nd were

‘A nd you’re not one of t hem?’ I asked, sm i l i n g. ‘Not rea l ly. Never done a ny t h i n g rea l ly bad.’ ‘Sa me,’ I sa id. ‘I ju st need t o l ie low for a wh i le.’ I sh r u g ged. ‘Fa m i ly stu f f.’ ‘Mate, I u ndersta nd. But a l l t he sa me, you’l l

busy sor ti n g a nd stack i n g big plastic tubs of f ish. T he sk ipper looked up br ief ly as we passed. ‘Show h i m where to go,’ he ordered Squ id. ‘W hen I’ve got time, I’l l show h im how to clean and sca le. Mea nt i me, he ca n be a wheeler w it h you.’

need to stay on you r toes. T he cops do a lot of

Squ id nodded.

l i g ht n i n g ra ids; t hey swoop dow n on t he wha r f,

‘W heeler?’ I asked, hu r r y i n g a f ter h i m a lon g

look i n g for people who m i g ht be t r y i n g to avoid t hem. We’re t r y i n g to cat ch f ish, a nd t he cops a re t r y i n g to cat ch us!’ He stood ba ck up a nd stuck out h is ha nd w it h a g r i n. It was g r i my a nd sca ly, but I shook it.

t he wha r f. ‘A f ter t he f ish a re auct ioned,’ he ex pla i ned, ‘t he wheelers sta ck a nd load t he boxes onto t rolleys a nd wheel t hem over to t he load i n g a reas where t he pick-ups a re wa it i n g.’

‘Welcome aboa rd, Merboy. St ick w it h me, keep

We’d rea ched a t i led shower a rea, a nd Squ id

you r eyes peeled a nd you shou ld be OK. I ca n

nodded towa rds one of t he open cubicle doors. I

show you t he ropes.’ He frow ned for a second,

stepped i nto one a nd locked t he door beh i nd me,

peer i n g closely at me. ‘You su re you haven’t

t hen qu ick ly r u m ma ged t h rou g h my ba ckpa ck to

worked t he boats before?’

check how ever y t h i n g had held up. I peeled t he

‘Never,’ I sa id, before he ba cked away, w r i n kl i n g h is nose i n d isg ust.

tape of f t he pa cka ge at t he bottom of my ba g, a nd t ipped t he Or mond Jewel out.

‘No-one smel ls good rou nd here, but you smel l

I could hardly believe it. Somehow it had sur-

l i ke t he bottom of t he ba it t i n! How ’bout you

vived, just like me. I stared at it again, amazed

wash up a bit a nd I get you some d r y gea r?’

at t he emera ld a nd precious stones. I tu r ned it

He r u m ma ged t h rou g h h is ba g a nd t h rew me a

over a nd looked at t he i ma ges on t he ba ck—a

bla ck sh i r t a nd a pa i r of work overa l ls. ‘Here.

red rose a nd rosebud. Water had da mpened t he

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ed ges of t he R idd le a nd t he d raw i n gs, but t hey

i n coi ns a nd ha nded it over. I n excha n ge, Squ id

were OK. I re-w rapped ever y t h i n g t i g ht ly a nd

passed me h is mobi le.

stuck t he tape dow n a ga i n, as best I cou ld. My

I stood t here, wa it i n g.

phone wasn’t so luck y—it had not su r v ived t he

‘Oh, I get it’ he sa id. ‘Gi rl fr iend, eh? You on ly

d rench i n g. Wat er st rea ked a cross t he dea d

got one m i nute, OK? It’l l be my head on t he block

screen.

i f you’re cau g ht sla ck i n g of f.’

It was rou g h sta nd i n g u nder t he spray of hot water —ever y l itt le cut on my body stu n g l i ke cra zy. It was so pa i n fu l, but k now i n g ever y t h i n g I’d col lected was sa fe got me t h rou g h. Wit hout

I ducked ba ck i nto t he cubicle a nd closed t he door. Boges picked up t he phone so fast, l i ke he was t here wa it i n g for it to r i n g.

rea l isi n g it, t he g r u f f sk ipper had g iven me some

‘You’re not going to believe this!’ I blurted out.

ser ious cover.

‘W hose phone a re you ca l l i n g from? T he state

‘I need to d r y my gea r out,’ I sa id to Squ id as I ca me out of t he shower cubicle. ‘Ta ke it ba ck to t he Sta r. Star of Mykonos,

is i n lockdow n!’ he yel led over me. ‘T here’s a ma n-hu nt goi n g on a rou nd t he bea ches. W here a re you?’

t hat’s t he na me of ou r boat. Fi nd somewhere to

‘I’m at t he f ish ma rkets.’

ha n g it. Hu r r y up!’

‘W hat?’

‘A nd I need t o ma ke a phone ca l l f i rst.

‘I’l l ex pla i n later, I don’t have much t i me to

Urgent ly,’ I added, show i n g h i m t he dead screen

ta l k. We’ve gotta meet. We have ever y t h i n g now.

on my phone.

T he R idd le, t he Jewel.’

‘It’l l cost ya,’ he sa id, rea ch i n g i nto h is ba ck

‘T hat’s g reat, but I’m ser ious, you have to keep out of si g ht! H ide, blend i n, do whatever

pocket. ‘How much?’

it ta kes, a nd t hen we ca n meet up when ever y-

‘Five bucks.’

t h i n g’s cooled dow n a ga i n. I’m stuck here at t he

‘Five bucks for one, qu ick ca l l?’

moment a ny way, t r y i n g to get my appl icat ion

‘It’s a good dea l for a n u rgent ca l l!’

toget her for a n i nter nsh ip.’

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‘Gotta go?’ Boges asked.

auct ioneers boomed t h rou g h t he a rea. Buyers

‘I’l l ca l l you,’ I sa id before ha n g i n g up.

a nd sel lers m i l led a rou nd on t he wet a nd sl ip-

‘Be ba ck here i n f ive!’ Squ id shouted at me as

per y f loor.

I ra n past h i m, head dow n, on my way ba ck to where t he f ish i n g boat was moored.

We worked ha rd, load i n g t he heav y boxes onto ou r t rol leys as t hey were pu rchased, a nd

It d id n’t look l i ke a nyone was on boa rd, so I

wheel i n g t hem t h rou g h t he crowds to t he load i n g

ju mped on a nd d raped my da mp gea r over some

dock. Once t here, we’d u n load t hem a nd help t he

crates on t he deck. T he w i nd a nd su n wou ld d r y

buyers sta ck t hem on t he ba cks of t hei r t r ucks,

t hem out soon, I hoped.

or i n t hei r va ns.

I’d been ver y luck y. I’d escaped t he pol ice —

As we were l i f t i n g a rea l ly heav y box of red

a ga i n. But Boges was r i g ht, a nd I a l ready k new

f ish on top of a couple of boxes of f lat head, Squ id

t he whole state wou ld be look i n g for me. I hoped

g roa ned a nd w iped sweat from h is forehead.

Or ia na de la Force a nd Vu l ka n Sl i go d id n’t have

‘Ga r y’s supposed to be helpi n g us,’ he sa id.

a ny i n for mat ion on where I was. What Squid said about the police raids on the wharves had me rattled. This was a good enough

‘You mea n t he ot her g uy?’ I asked. ‘T he ot her deck ha nd?’ I’d ba rely seen h i m—on ly hea rd h is voice a nd I had n’t l i ked what he’d sa id.

place to hide out for a while, but I couldn’t stay

‘T hat’s Ga r y. He’s on ly been work i n g here a

here too long . . . I wanted to meet up w ith Bog-

few weeks. He just d isappea rs when t here’s ha rd

es and see what we could make of crack ing the

work a rou nd. I don’t l i ke t he g uy,’ Squ id cont i n-

double-key code, now that we had both halves—

ued. ‘I don’t t r ust h i m. I mea n, I k now you ca n

the Ormond Riddle and the Ormond Jewel. I also

ha rd ly t r ust a nyone a rou nd here, but I really

wanted to know if he’d had any luck tracking down

don’t t r ust h i m. T he sk ipper on ly keeps h i m on

Great-uncle Bartholomew’s sister, Millicent.

because it’s ha rd to f i nd deck ha nds.’

I cou ld hea r Squ id yel l i n g out, so I slu n g my backpack on and jumped off the boat to join him.

8:20 am

Squ id a nd I hu r r ied over to a spot where hu n-

T h ree hou rs later, t he auct ion was a l most f i n-

d reds of boxes of f ish were pi led h i g h. T he f ish

ished a nd t he last of t he buyers were leav i n g

auct ions were i n fu l l sw i n g a nd t he voices of t he

w it h t hei r pu rchases. Beh i nd us, ot her workers

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were hosi n g dow n t he t i led a nd cement su r fa ces,

to help me, but he’s useless. Did n’t even show up.’

clu mpi n g a rou nd i n bu l k y g u mboots. ‘I’m so g lad t h is is a l most over,’ sa id Squ id,

T here was st i l l no si g n of Squ id, a nd t h i r ty bucks sou nded good to me.

sprawl i n g on t he g rou nd nea r a br ick wa l l. ‘I

‘Sure,’ I said, shak ing his hand. I felt bad for

need a brea k.’ He took h is phone out of h is poc-

tak ing off w ithout saying any thing to Squid, but

ket a ga i n a nd sta r ted tex t i n g someone.

thought I had to take up the opportunity to get

‘I’m goi n g to duck ba ck to t he boat, to get my gea r,’ I told h i m. ‘Ba ck i n a m i nute.’

away—I had no idea what the sk ipper would expect me to do nex t. ‘My shop’s just a few blocks away,’ t he g uy

Star of Mykonos

ex pla i ned as we d rove away from t he ma rkets. ‘I i nju red my w r ist, a nd Ga r y was supposed to

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help me w it h t he load at t he ot her end, but he

I snat ched up my clot hes—t hey were sa lty a nd

obv iously made ot her pla ns.’

a l most st i f f—t hen ja m med t hem i nto my ba ck-

Gar y? T he g uy Squ id d id n’t t r ust?

pa ck. I ju mped ba ck onto t he wha r f, hu r r y i n g to

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rejoi n Squ id. T he pla ce had a l most empt ied a nd Squ id had d isappea red. I lu g ged t he last two conta i ners of sa nd sha rk a nd leat her ja cket i nto t he ba ck of a va n a nd looked a rou nd a ga i n for h i m. I cou ld n’t see h i m a ny where.

A few m i nutes later, we pu l led up i n front of M i ke’s Sea food. ‘T hat’s me. I’m M i ke,’ he sa id, poi nt i n g a ba nda ged ha nd i n t he d i rect ion of t he shop. ‘Tom,’ I sa id, before ju mpi n g out a nd wa l k i n g

Just then, a shor t g uy i n overa l ls—the ow ner

to the back of the va n. I peered a rou nd me, keep-

of one of the va ns we’d loaded—approached me.

i n g a wat ch on the street i n case of pol ice patrols.

‘Wi l l you help me w ith th is load, son?’ he asked,

M i ke opened the doors a nd I bega n u n load i n g

pu l l i n g off h is wool len bea n ie a nd w ipi n g h is

a nd stack i n g h is trol ley.

forehead w ith it. ‘I f you ride w ith me to my shop

I wheeled t he f i rst lot of conta i ners t h rou g h

a nd g ive me a ha nd at the other end, I’l l g ive you

h is shop a nd out to t he ba ck where t here was a

th i r ty bucks. A nother you n g bloke was supposed

bi g freezer room. M i ke awk wa rd ly u nbolted t he

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door a nd it sw u n g open, releasi n g a n icy cloud.

you th i n k we were a l l du mb or someth i n g?’ he

It was so cold a nd frosty i n t here —it was l i ke

sa id, spitting at my feet. ‘Everyone k nows who you

steppi n g i nside a n i g loo i n t he m idd le of A nta rc-

a re! T he cops were ca l l i n g you r na me!’ I ju mped

t ica—so I u n loaded as fast as I cou ld, my breat h

up a nd braced mysel f, rememberi n g too wel l

stea m i n g out i n front of me.

how he’d beaten me up at the ca rpa rk. ‘T here’s a massive price on you r head, Ormond, a nd you

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owe me big ti me! I cou ld have got a thousa nd

Fi na l ly, I sta cked t he last load onto t he t rol ley.

bucks for spotti n g that ca r. It’s ti me I cashed i n!’

‘W heel that load i nto the freezer room too, a nd then ca n you wa it for me here i n the shop? I

He held up a ca mera phone, a nd snapped a pictu re of me.

need to get some cash out to pay you.’ He poi nted

I lu n ged at h i m, but before I rea ched h i m,

to a n AT M dow n the street. ‘Ca n’t spa re a ny from

he stepped ba ck a nd sla m med t he freezer door

the ti l l, I’m a fra id.’

shut. My f ists sla m med i nto not h i n g but meta l. I g rabbed t he door ha nd le a nd w renched it,

‘Su re.’ Just as I was d ra g g i n g t he last heav y box of

but it wou ld n’t open.

f ish of f t he t rol ley, sh iver i n g i nside t he ch i l ly

‘Let me out! Let me out, da m n it!’ I shouted.

freezer room, a f i g u re appea red i n t he door way,

I w renched t he door ha nd le a ga i n, but not h-

h is fa ce ha l f-h idden i n a da rk hood ie.

i n g happened. I cou ld n’t get out. I ba n ged a nd

‘I can help you w ith that,’ he said, w ith an

bashed, yel l i n g loud ly, rea l isi n g t hat T h ree-O

evil chuck le. It was the second deckhand from

must have recog n ised me ba ck on t he boat, fol-

the Star of Mykonos—Gary. As he g rabbed hold of

lowed me here, a nd now he was of f to tel l t he

the freezer door, I realised too late why his voice

pol ice a nd show t hem my pictu re.

had seemed familiar to me back on the boat. On the hand that held the door were three fingers!

A nd I was locked up i n t he freezer, just wa iti n g for t he cops to come a nd get me.

Before I could say or do any thing, Three-O shoved

‘M i ke!’ I shouted, ba n g i n g uselessly on t he

me hard up against the trolley, sending me f ly-

door, t h i n k i n g su rely he’d be ba ck a ny second.

ing backwards into the depths of the freezer!

He had to let me out before t he pol ice tu r ned up.

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A l ready my teet h were chatter i n g. A ga i n,

I got back up and ju mped a rou nd, clapping my

I k icked a nd bashed a nd pushed t he door, but

a r ms, t r y i n g to keep mov i n g. It was i mpossible

despite its r usty h i n ges, it wasn’t bud g i n g. I

to wa r m up a nd I was sta r t i n g to rea l ly frea k

sw u n g a rou nd to see i f t here was a ny ot her way

out, l i ke I had t hat n i g ht i n T rea cher y Bay when

out, but of cou rse t here wasn’t.

t he sha rks were ci rcl i n g, ready to atta ck. It

I g rabbed my phone out of desperat ion, but

had been Dad’s words i n my m i nd t hat got me

it was st i l l as dead as t he bi ns of f ish t hat su r-

t h rou g h t hat ordea l. T hink, Cal. T hink. I was

rou nded me. I f lu n g it ba ck i nto my ba g, look i n g

t r y i n g to t h i n k, t r y i n g to work out a pla n of

a rou nd a ga i n for a way out.

a ct ion, but it was l i ke my bra i n was sta r t i n g

W ho was goi n g to f i nd me f i rst, M i ke or t he cops? A nd how lon g wer e t hey goi n g t o t a ke?

to freeze, ma k i n g it i mpossible. How do you get t h rou g h a locked door? Wit hout bei n g a g host?

A t her momet er on t he wa l l i nd icat ed m i nu s

T he si g ht of my f i n gers made me feel d i zzy—

t went y-f ive deg r ees Cel siu s. I d id n’t k now how

t hey were dead wh ite, a nd when I pressed t hem

lon g I cou ld last.

toget her, t hey felt l i ke pieces of wood, as i f t hey

‘Let me out!’ I shouted a nd t h rashed my body uselessly a ga i nst t he door. I was goi n g to be a

d id n’t belon g to me. Was t h is t he f i rst sta ge of frostbite?

dead f ish too i f I d id n’t get out fast. A few m i n-

I was sti l l rack i n g my bra i n for a way to open

utes had passed a l ready, a nd pa n ic was sta r t i n g

the door . . . but ca me up w ith noth ing. W here was

to fester i n t he pit of my stoma ch. I’d have to get

Repro when I needed h i m? I pictu red h i m i n h is

out of here or I’d d ie. Bei n g a r rested was better

ti ny l iv i n g qua r ters beh i nd the f i l i n g cabi nets,

t ha n freezi n g to deat h.

su rrou nded by h is pi les of lost proper ty a nd

My f i n gers a nd toes were a ch i n g w it h cold a nd my nose had gone nu mb. I ba cked away from

scaven ged bits a nd pieces. A nd that rem i nded me of someth i n g . . .

t he door a nd hudd led, hu g g i n g my k nees, t r y-

T he t ra ck detonators!

i n g to wa r m mysel f up. T he cold was t ravel l i n g

With my clumsy, frozen fingers, I dragged the

t h rou g h my body fast, ma k i n g my a r ms a nd legs

backpack off my shoulders and dug around for the

a che. My ea rs were t h robbi n g too a nd t he bones

tin containing the blast caps Repro had g iven me.

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between the door a nd its h i n ges, then sla m some-

T he pol ice were goi n g to show up a ny m i nute,

th i n g a ga i nst the door to trig ger them, there

a nd T h ree-O wou ld get h is rewa rd for my cap-

m ig ht be a cha nce for me to blow the whole th i n g

tu re. I d id n’t k now what to do.

open. A nd get out.

I’d never felt a ny t h i n g l i ke t h is k i nd of

Aside from the fact that I had no idea whether

ex t reme cold before. My eyel ids seemed to be

t he t i n had stayed a i r t i g ht, protect i n g t he caps

d r y i n g out. I bl i n ked desperately, t r y i n g to

when I’d fa l len u nder water, I had a not her prob-

see as I wed ged t he ot her two blast caps u nder

lem: it was ver y t i g ht ly sea led a nd my f i n gers

t he door, i n a last-d it ch ef for t. Wor r ied I m i g ht

were nu mb, ba rely able to move. Fever ish ly, I

ex plode t hem ea rly, I f l i nched as I shoved a nd

batt led w it h t he l id, fu mbl i n g l i ke a baby as I

k icked t hem i nto posit ion.

attempted to get it open.

Now t hat t hey were i n pla ce, how was I goi n g

T he i ntense cold tried to ta ke me dow n as I

to detonate t hem? A nd how cou ld I be su re t hat

battled to prise the l id up. My feet were sta r ti n g

t he pressu re of t he blast wou ld blow t he door

to feel frozen to the f loor, l i ke blocks of dead

outwa rd, of f its h i n ges, a nd not towa rds me?

weig ht, when at last the l id l i f ted. I th rew it aside, a nd ripped out the mou ldy rol l that was sti l l i n there. Underneath, fou r blast caps lay f lat i n the ti n. T hey were d r y. T hey were i ntact.

I had to t r y something. I had to set of f t he detonators. A l l I had was t he t rol ley I’d wheeled i n. I g rabbed it w it h f i n gers t hat cou ld n’t feel a ny-

It took me a ges to fu mble t he f i rst two caps

t h i n g a ny more, a nd w it h what was lef t of my

i nto posit ion—one above a nd one beneat h t he top

st ren g t h I ba cked it up a nd t hen ra n a nd ra m med

h i n ge. But when I went to do t he sa me w it h t he

it as power fu l ly as I cou ld a ga i nst t he door.

bottom h i n ge, I rea l ised it wasn’t possible. T he

A l l fou r detonators ex ploded si mu lta neously!

door d id n’t ha n g st ra i g ht a nd t here was a l most

T he i mpa ct of t he col l ision r ipped t h rou g h

no gap between t he lower ja mb a nd t he meta l of

my body, a nd t he sou nd a nd pressu re of t he

t he door. T wo caps weren’t goi n g to be enou g h.

ex plosion i n t he con f i ned spa ce blasted me ba ck

‘M i ke!’ I shouted a ga i n. W hat i n t he world had happened to h i m? ‘Help me out of t he freezer! M i ke, I’m t rapped!’

a ga i nst t he freezer wa l l. Icy spl i nters spea red i nto my fa ce. A r ush of ad rena l i ne gave me t he energ y to

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get to my feet a nd check t he door. T he top h i n ges

st reet toget her, bot h of t hem w it h t hei r mobi le

had buck led a nd t he bottom h i n ges were tw isted,

phones out. I sh ivered, i ncreasi n g my pa ce, a nd

but t he door was st i l l stuck. I nsta nt ly I forced

tu r ned dow n a not her st reet a nd out of si g ht.

my ha l f-frozen body r i g ht ba ck i nto a ct ion, a nd

T he sou nd of si rens sta r ted swa r m i n g, a nd i n

got beh i nd t he t rol ley a ga i n. I ra n fu l l pelt at

seconds I cou ld hea r cop ca rs sk idd i n g to a ha lt

the door once more, bash i n g it w ith the weig ht of

outside M i ke’s shop. I d id n’t waste t i me look i n g

my body. I felt it sh i f t a nd buck le. Yel l i n g l i ke a

ba ck, I just ra n as fast as I cou ld i n t he opposite

cra zy ma n, I had my t h i rd go at it a nd t h is t i me

d i rect ion, forci n g my cold, nu mb legs to st r ide

I crash-ta ck led t he door dow n, completely of f its

out a nd ca r r y me away. Fa r away from t he cops,

h i n ges, sprawl i n g sideways as it col lapsed to t he

a nd fa r away from t he rotten smel l of f ish.

f loor outside.

10:04 am T here was no si g n of a nyone —M i ke, T h ree-O or t he cops. I hesitated, my body mad ly re-adjusti n g to t he cha n ge i n temperatu re, but I cou ld n’t wor r y about t he mess I was leav i n g beh i nd. A l l I k new was t hat I had to get out of t here fast. I g rabbed my ba ckpa ck a nd ra n. I stu mbled out t he door of t he shop, lopsided a nd of f-ba la nce l i ke Fra n kenstei n’s monster. I was sta r t i n g to t haw, my sk i n f i rst, t hen my muscles, a nd for a few frea k y moments it was l i ke I cou ld feel my mov i n g skeleton, ea ch frosty bone of my body w it h i n t he t issue t hat was sta r ti n g to wa r m up a nd sof ten. A qu ick g la nce dow n t he road, i n t he d i rect ion of t he AT M, showed M i ke shout i n g at Ga r y as t hey stor med up t he 156

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