Blood Ransom

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Author: Sophie McKenzie
hit something.
    And then I saw the news story. It was on a Scottish local news website and had obviously only been added to the site in the past hour or so.
    Roslinnon girl in suspected suicide
    Another teen suicide brings to five the number of teenagers who have taken their lives in the Renfrewshire area this year.
    The girl, 15, is not being named at present, but is believed to have left her purse and school ID card on a beach near Roslinnon this
     afternoon before apparently walking into the sea. An eyewitness called the emergency services immediately but no body has yet been found. Strong currents may mean it is not retrieved for days,
     perhaps weeks.
    The girl’s parents have requested that their daughter’s identity not be released until all friends and family members have been
     informed.
    My stomach gave a sick lurch as I read the piece. Was this Rachel? I couldn’t believe it, and yet something kept me searching for more versions of the story. Within an
hour I’d found three. Though Rachel wasn’t named in any of them – and I wouldn’t have recognised her cover ID even if she had been – one of the stories did publish a
blurry picture of her parents getting into a car. Even though the photo was small and grainy, it was enough.
    I’d met Mr and Mrs Smith last year when I was trying to find out information about Elijah. It was definitely them.
    I stared, blinking, at the picture, letting what it meant sink in.
    Rachel was dead.
    Rachel had killed herself.
    No. Every cell in my body revolted at the idea of it. It was unthinkable. Impossible.
    I switched off my computer and paced up and down in my room. Outside, the sun was still bright and children’s voices rose up from the playground nearby, laughing and arguing.
    Somehow my world had exploded and yet everything else was still exactly the same. Rachel was gone.
    Except she couldn’t be. I knew her. And, sure, she was annoyed at her Mum and fed up with the dull, rainy town where she lived, but there was no way she would ever
contemplate killing herself.
    Even as I thought this, a tiny sliver of doubt curled itself around my brain.
    How do you know what she really thought or felt?
    How do you know what she was going through?
    How do you know that she told you the truth about anything?
    I sank onto my bed, my head in my hands.
    No. I wouldn’t accept it. Apart from anything else, Rachel would never have gone away deliberately without saying goodbye to me.
    I stood up. This was something to do with RAGE or Elijah. It had to be. There was no body . . . no proof at all that Rachel was dead, other than her things being found on the shore and
this eyewitness, whoever they were, telling the police what they’d seen. Anyone could have faked such a suicide.
    Yes, if somebody wanted Rachel dead, why not just kill her outright? More than ever, I was sure Rachel was alive, but in some kind of danger.
    I paced the room, trying to formulate a plan.
    I was going to have to get to Scotland without the US authorities knowing, which meant I needed a fresh passport and money for a plane ticket.
    But how the hell was I going to get hold of either?
     
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Rachel
    I’d never been so cold in my life. It was only the thought of poor little Daniel – and what Elijah would do to him if we couldn’t save him – that kept
me going.
    Outside, the tiny patch of sky I could see was dark grey. Rain pattered on my tarpaulin.
    Come on, Milo , I kept muttering under my breath. Come on .
    I checked my phone again. There was no signal and the battery was nearly out but I couldn’t bear to turn it off. Out here – in what felt like the middle of a wilderness – it
seemed like the only thing left connecting me to the outside world. I knew Lewis, in that kindly big-brotherly way of his, would have told me not to be so silly and to conserve its power for when I
did have a signal, but I couldn’t help it.
    The minutes crawled by.
    Where the hell was Milo? Had something gone wrong?
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