wait a few more.â
âEh? What do you mean by that?â
Si looks a bit flustered.
âI misspoke,â he said. âAll I meant was that I would wait.â
âOi, cut out the luvvie duvvies, you pair of muppets!â says Ems. âYouâre not old enough to go to prison, dipstick, theyâll probably just give you a hard time with questions. Maybe an ASBO for your mantelpiece. You can put all the blame on Bagport, no problem. I mean, youâre hardly going to chain
yourself
to a dead magicianâs skull are you?â
âWell, no,â I say. Sheâs right.
âSo pull your tights up and be a man, you numpty!â
You know, despite everything, Iâm going to miss Ems.
Iâm just about to say something cheery and brave when all the wind is knocked out of my lungs. Something big lifts me off the ground, and as I try to focus on what it might be, something else that looks a lot like a fist knocks me senseless.
* * *
When the world clears again, and the pain in my head finally gets my full attention, I find myself looking at someone Iâd hoped I wouldnât have to see again up close.
âWell, well, the kid who sees dead people,â says Bagport, through his teeth.
Weâre in the back of his car, and even with my head reeling, I can tell that like me, Bagport has spent the night in his clothes. No one can have two suits that shiny. In fact, I guess heâs spent the night in his car too, now his clubâs been raided. But heâs obviously been back to his lair because thereâs a pile of computer equipment, keyboards and mobile phones in the back with us. In fact, all the stuff the police would need to make a proper conviction stick.
âGet a move on, Ringpull!â calls Bagport to the front seat, and I turn to see the thick neck of Mr Bigâs hard man as he grinds through the gears. Gold fluffy dice swing from the rear view mirror. Weâre in the white stretched limo, which the police must be looking for, so I guess that explains the nervous twitch in Bagportâs face.
âDaniel?â Siâs caught us up and heâs in the car, with Ems too. âHave they hurt you?â
I shake my head, which Bagsy sees and thinks itâs his cue to come in with some cheesy lines.
âYou screwed up my life, kid, so Iâll screw up yours. You may think those photos will be the end of me, but Iâll make sure of your end first. Ha!â
âYeah, well, Iâll tell the police everything,â I manage to say. âIâll tell them what you did to Ems. Who do you think theyâll listen to, a kid like me or a scumbag like you? Youâre going down, mate.â
Bagport leans forward and grinds his index finger into my chest, one eye squinting and the other wide open.
âMaybe, maybe, maybe.â His voice is wild and freaky. âBut youâre going down further, much further. Right down to the bottom where the fishes fart.
Mate
! Ha, ha!â
Heâs pretty hysterical, but I donât like the sound of this. I make a grab for the door handle but he kicks out at me. His crocodile-skin boot makes contact with my chin, and thatâs the last thing I remember for Death knows how long.
15
THE GHOST OF A CHANCE
The next thing I know itâs getting dark, and Iâve obviously been out for a few hours. Thereâs a bumping, splashing sound, and Iâm guessing thatâs what woke me up, but I canât think about that now because I realize my hands are tied. Tightly.
Behind my back.
I roll over and catch my chin on a computer monitor. Iâm still in the back of Bagportâs car, only now Iâm on my own, surrounded by all that electronicstuff from Bagsyâs office. Sitting up, I see that the carâs parked at a steep angle, on a slope running down. Above me are what look like huge dockside containers and a crane. Something is slapping at the back of the car, and I strain to
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