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twisted off the cap. There was a sharp hiss as the contents foamed
up. Quickly putting his lips to the top, he took along slug and closed his eyes.
Ash tried to calm himself down. Just like the fizz in a soda bottle, if he got
shaken up, his emotions exploded uncontrollably – often with regrettable
consequences. Yet it was this same deep well of emotion that compelled him to write
his songs – both a blessing and a curse, he supposed.
    Wandering through to the dining room,
Ash was greetedby a table overflowing with letters, parcels, teddy bears and
bouquets of flowers. On the far side of this mountain of mail sat a young brunette
woman in a pearl-white silk blouse and pencil skirt. Her delicate chin was cupped in
the palm of one hand as she skim-read a letter.
    ‘Is this
all
for me,
Zoe?’ he asked, picking up an envelope with his name scrawled in red ink anddotted with glittery hearts and kisses.
    ‘No, darling,
not all of it,’ the publicity executive murmured, her accent polished by a
private-school education. Ash frowned in mild disappointment. Then Zoe pointed a
manicured finger towards the hallway. ‘There’re another six mail bags
out there. Whoever leaked your home address on the internet has a lot to answer
for!’
    Sighing, Zoe returned to sorting the
piles of fan mail. Ash picked up a random letter from one of the stacks:
Dear Ash,
    I’m utterly WILD for you!
Ever since I was introduced to you and your music by a friend, I’ve
followed you online, bought all your records and supported you every step of
the way. Your music has inspired me to stay true to myself and never giveup
on my dreams. One of my dreams is to meet you in person. It would be amazing
if I could come backstage at one of your concerts. Would that be possible?
Please write back.
    All my love, Paige Anderson
xxx.
    PS. I enclose a photo so you
know who I am.
    Ash glanced at the picture of a madly
grinning girl with braces on her teeth. ‘Is every fan letterlike this?’
he asked.
    Tilting her head to one side, Zoe
replied, ‘No, not all; others are
much
more obsessive than that.
Certain fans write to you literally every day!’
    ‘Like my ex-girlfriend?’
suggested Ash.
    ‘Ha ha,’ said Zoe drily.
‘I thought you said Hanna wanted nothing to do with you.’
    ‘Yeah, but she
might have changed her mind and forgiven me.’ Heeyed a huge stack of letters
on a separate table. ‘What’s that pile?’
    ‘Your Wildling fan club from
America. Jessie Dawson, the girl who runs it, has forwarded just a
small
selection so far.’
    As Zoe continued to sift through the
various piles, Ash came across a larger package in a brown padded bag.
‘Who’s this from?’ he asked, inspecting the packaging.
‘There’s nopostmark.’
    Zoe glanced up and shrugged. ‘I
haven’t got to that one yet.’
    ‘Feels heavy,’ he said,
weighing the packet in his hands. His fingers came away slightly oily. ‘Smells
of marzipan. I think someone’s sent me a cake –’
    Without warning, Big T burst into the
room. ‘Don’t open that!’ he yelled, grabbing the parcel from him.
‘It might be a bomb!’

The explosion was ear-splitting. Charley
sprinted round the corner of the building to be confronted by utter carnage.
Shattered glass and debris were strewn across the charred ground. Her eyesstung
from the acrid smoke billowing in the air. And somewhere amid the bomb-blasted
wreckage a person was screaming in agony.
    Charley started to dash forward but was
grabbed by her arm and yanked back.
    ‘Secondary devices!’ warned
Jason, glaring at her. Jason was a heavyset, breezeblock of a boy from Sydney and a
Buddyguard recruit like herself.
    ‘Of course,’ Charleyreplied. She could have kicked herself for forgetting the first rule of attending an
incident:
Do not become a casualty yourself
.
    In an attack of this nature, the
terrorists often planted a second bomb, its purpose to kill and maim those who
rushed to help the first victims. And there were