Cait didn"t know if she was crying because she was safe or because her gran was safe.
“How did you get out of the library? I thought they"d got you. I thought … I might not see you again.”
Her gran hugged her close, pressing Cait"s face into the softness of her woollen shawl.
“Oh, don"t worry about me. I called up a few friends for help.”
“But that thing down there. All those soldiers.”
“Jane and I had an escape route planned. I walked out the back door while they came in the front.”
The thought of Jane and the way she"d died was, finally, too much. Everything came out in a confused flood of tears and words. “We"ve been chased across the city, Gran. Riders on motorcycles. And there was this terrible pile-up on the motorway. Then a helicopter chased us. And a guy attacked Danny with a
