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strode out. A few seconds later, Jessica heard a scream. She peeped round. Becky was standing by the Merc with her hands on her hips.
    â€œWhat are you staring at?” she yelled. “Are you a perv or what?”
    A couple of builders working on a house nearby looked up.
    â€œAre you all right, love?” one shouted.
    â€œNo. These guys are harassing me. They said they’d pay me a tenner if I let them look up my skirt!”
    The builders strode over as a man climbed out of the passenger side. It was Clifford. This was her chance. She shot out and veered left down the road. She looked over her shoulder as she turned the corner. A builder pulled the driver out of the car and punched him while his mate wrestled Clifford to the pavement.
    Hoorah! Her plan had worked. Now she was out of sight, she broke into a run until she reached the main road. She hopped on a bus. She peered out of the window, but she couldn’t see anyone in pursuit. A few stops along she jumped out and switched to the Underground in case she was being followed. From there, it was a straightforward journey to St Pancras International station.
    She found the toilets and locked herself into a cubicle. She hurriedly pulled on a pair of faded skinny jeans, a cream Topshop sweater and a black aviator-style leather jacket and boots. She stuffed her uniform into her rucksack and let herself out. She splashed some water on to her face and stared in the mirror. She didn’t see a model staring back, or a spy. Just a scared, stupid teenager.
    What the hell did she think she was doing? She was used to going on jobs with her dad but this was different. She was alone. This was all down to her. She didn’t have any backup.
    She dabbed on some lipgloss and applied her eyeliner and mascara. The war paint made her feel braver. She could do this. She had to do this . She walked back, gripping her online ticket, and joined the long queue snaking away from the security checks. The atmosphere was tense as a school party held everyone up. Boys and girls squealed with excitement and dodged about, getting underneath everyone’s feet as their rucksacks passed through the X-ray scanners.
    She tagged after them to passport control. The harassed-looking man on the desk waived the party through and sighed irritably as she walked up. She handed over her passport and smiled. The man gave it a cursory glance.
    â€œGood luck. You’re going to need it,” he muttered. “Go through.”
    â€œThank you.”
    She hadn’t flagged up any security alerts. He obviously thought she was one of the teachers’ helpers. She still had a few minutes spare, so she bought a croissant and a caramel frappuccino before boarding. No one looked up as the carriage door slid back.
    Jessica found her seat quickly; the train was quiet so she had a table to herself. A man in a business suit tapped away on his laptop in front. To her left, a thirty-something woman in a smart black trouser suit flicked through a discarded glossy. She paused over a fashion spread, long enough for Jessica to catch a glimpse of a moody-looking girl clad in a bead-embellished gold maxi dress from Marni and a Religion black leather jacket. It was her! That was one of her first major shoots for Teen Mode . She’d loved that edgy rock-chick look. It was awesome. The woman looked up and stared. Jessica reddened. Had she recognized her from the magazine or was she an MI6 agent, tailing her?
    She pulled out her iPod and stuck in the earphones. This was the only other gadget MI6 had accidentally left behind, apart from her dad’s iPad that she’d taken to school. Thankfully, she’d let Mattie borrow it yesterday and no one, not even MI6, dared to look inside her Chanel handbag. She guarded it, Rottweiler-like.
    She flicked on the application and pretended to select a track, pointing it in the magazine woman’s direction. The mobile and laptop in her brown leather