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Copyright
First published in hardback in the USA by G. P. Putnam’s Sons, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group in 2011
First published in paperback in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2011
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Source ISBN: 9780007398638
Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2011 ISBN: 9780007432257
Version: 2018-06-19
Dedication
For Amsler.
Thanks for the milk.
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
The Return
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2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
Persistent Energy
10
11
12
13
14
15
The Star That Kills
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17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
Inner Vileness
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
Terminus
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34
35
36
37
38
Acknowledgments
DURWARD STREET, EAST LONDON
AUGUST 31
4:17 A.M.
She didn’t notice them, of course. No one paid attention to the cameras. It was an accepted fact that London has one of the most extensive CCTV systems in the world. The conservative estimate was that there were a million cameras around the city, but the actual number was probably much higher and growing all the time. The feed went to the police, security firms, MI5, and thousands of private individuals—forming a loose and all-encompassing net. It was impossible to do anything in London without the CCTV catching you at some point.
The cameras silently recorded Claire’s progress and tracked her as she turned onto Durward Street. It was four seventeen A.M., and she was supposed to have been at work at four. She had forgotten to set her alarm, and now she was running, trying to get to the Royal London Hospital. Her shift usually got the fallout from last night’s drinking—the alcohol poisonings, the falls, the punch-ups, the car accidents, the occasional knife fight. All the night’s mistakes came to the early-shift nurse.
It had been pouring, clearly. There were puddles all over the place. The one mercy of this doomed morning was that there was only the slightest drizzle now. At least she didn’t have to run through the rain. She got out her phone to send a message to let them know she was close. The phone emitted a tiny halo that encircled her hand, giving it a saintly glow. It was hard to text and walk at the same time, not if she didn’t want to fall off the pavement or walk into a post. Am running lake…
Claire had tried to type the word late three times, but it kept coming up as lake. She wasn’t running lake, she was running late. She refused to stop walking and fix it. There was no time to waste. The message would stand.
…Be there in 5…
And then she tripped. The cell phone took flight, a little glowing ball of light, free at last before it clattered to the sidewalk and went out.
“Bugger!”
