“I have you and your Dad to keep me sane. You need friends; people your own age. You need to have time to think about pop music and clothes and – yes – boys. Otherwise...” Her eyes darkened and I know she was thinking about her own mother, who had killed herself when I was a baby. She shook herself then. “Anyway, you have to be on the lookout.”
“I’m always on the lookout for the ghosts, you’ve told me.”
Mum shook her head. “When your ancestor agreed to our curse, those of his line that bore it were each promised a great love. It's our reward and a way for Anubis to ensure the legacy gets passed on. Somewhere out there someone is waiting for you. That’s who you need to look out for – and you can’t do that if you never leave the house.” She sighed. “Also, Taylor, your dad doesn’t believe in the ghosts, so there’s no way he’ll agree to home-schooling to protect you from them.” She ruffled my hair. “You have to stop thinking of the departed as the bad guys. They’re souls seeking justice and we have the honour of being able to give it to them. Try and have a normal life.” The ruffling hand turned soft. “Look forward to finding the love of it. And in the between times, be proud of what you do for the dead.”
Dad folded the letter and rolled back from the table with a groan. “I’m just so disappointed in you, Taylor.”
8
LUCKY DAY
There was an odd atmosphere in the school corridor and it was unusually quiet for a Monday morning. Hannah was just ahead of me. I couldn’t suppress a grin as I watched her kiss her fingers and press them to the Dean Winchester poster that decorated the inner door of her locker. She was so in love with him.
With a sigh she slammed the sticky door until the latch caught, then started to walk on. I stopped her with a shout that felt strangely out of place among the whispers that dogged my heels.
“Hey, Tay.” Hannah gave me a tight smile and chewed the purple tips of her hair. “Did you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“There’re policemen in Mr Barnes’ office.” She cut her eyes in the direction of the closed door.
“So?” I stowed a few books from my bag and glowered at Justin’s dogs, who were blocking most of the lockers. “They’re probably here for a safety talk or something.”
Hannah shook her head. “I saw them arrive; Mr Barnes was surprised to see them.”
“Oh. Then it’s probably drugs.” The idea brought a smirk to my lips and I glanced at the obvious candidates: James and Harley.
Hannah kicked her locker door with thick soled shoes. “Something isn’t right.”
“Nothing’s ever right in this place.” I glowered at Pete. He didn't acknowledge me. “Look at them.”
“Yeah, I know.” Hannah shoved her bag higher on her shoulder and lowered her eyes. “Time to run the gauntlet.”
Together we headed past the tables opposite the lockers, the tables where Tamsin Harper and her hags held court.
I pulled my sleeves over my hands and half hunched my shoulders as we drew level, but no barbed comments flew after us.
At the stairs I looked back. “That was easy.” Hannah was right; something was off. I scanned the room.
The boys were lined up like they were at a club but James’ blond hair hung messy and unkempt and instead of his usual alert posture he was slouching with his muscles bulging unflatteringly. Harley, whose jackal laugh could usually be heard wherever you were, was silent and he had dark circles under his eyes. Even Pete’s shirt was already hanging out of his trousers.
Only Justin looked together, but he was watching Tamsin like he was on a diet and she was dessert. Normally they’d be all over each other but Tamsin was looking everywhere but at Justin.
So that was why we’d got past so easily, the “it” couple were having a fight.
I nudged Hannah as one of the girls said something to Tamsin under her breath and she ran to the toilet.
“What’s gone on there, d’you think?” Hannah cocked her head at the fleeing queen bee.
I shrugged but didn’t take my eyes off Justin. He watched his girlfriend go, but made no move towards her.
As usual he stood a little bit away from the other lads. Five years on and he still lightly wore that sense of exotic newness he’d arrived with on his first day. Adding to the sense of slight unreality that always surrounded him, his eyes now darted restlessly from student to student, never stopping in one place. As his gaze landed on me, they narrowed and I couldn’t resist giving him the Loser sign.
“Hey.” He straightened up as if I’d shoved him and I lifted my chin. I didn’t really want to get in a fight with the jerk, not again.
“Come on, Hannah.” I grabbed her elbow and steered her up the stairs.
Justin’s voice rose above the general clamour of the common room. “Get back here, Oh.”
“I don’t think so,” I muttered and stalked away.
“I know you heard me. Turn round.”
I grit my teeth. Only a few more steps and we’d be outside Mr Barnes’ office. He won’t dare start anything there.
Year eight girls clustered at the top of the stairs. I used my shoulder to barge our way through. They moved slowly, glowering at us, but weren’t far enough up the food chain to say much.
A gap opened ahead, but before I could dive into it, my bare right hand was caught from behind.
A shock both familiar and unutterably terrifying ran up my arm.
Suddenly the signs hit me: the strained hush, the policemen, Tamsin’s upset. It hadn’t been a fight that had prevented Tamsin from meeting her boyfriend’s eyes.
I dropped Hannah’s elbow and turned.
Justin’s hand was locked around mine. The cold flesh of his palm was flat against my own. The darting of his eyes – he’d been looking for a sign that someone saw him. Too late I recognised his flickering gaze as the confusion of the newly dead.
I swayed as his wintry touch continued sending spikes of ice up my arm and pulled away before the chill bit me to the bone. It was too late. I stared at my hand in sullen comprehension. Swirling on the palm like a smear of black ink was a Mark.
How dare he do this to me?
As my brain struggled to get past the shock I stared into Justin’s dark eyes, those eyes that said he hadn’t yet come to terms with what had happened to him.
Great. Sometime over the weekend Justin Hargreaves was murdered… and now I have to avenge the idiot.
A younger boy was standing behind Justin.
He glared at me. “What’s your problem?”
“I'm not looking at you,” I snapped.
“Freak.” He stepped around me and I turned to Hannah. “You go ahead. I’ve left my homework in the locker.”
Hannah headed for the classroom, unaware that she was leaving me with the ghost of my worst enemy.
“Outside.” I spoke from the corner of my mouth, whirled and headed back down the stairs.
At the bottom I stopped. Mr Barnes was standing in the common area with two policemen at his back.
“We’ll speak to each class individually,” he was saying, “but just so you know, one of our students has disappeared. If anyone hears from Justin Hargreaves, please contact the police. If you know anything about what’s happened to him, if you aren’t comfortable talking to the police, come and speak to a teacher and we can do it for you.” He glanced back and one of the policemen nodded. He was holding his hat like a shield.