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mother said! Get your lazy butt off that couch and come outside with me!’
    Martin blanched, and Tracey flinched. She could sort of understand the man’s frustration with Martin, but he could have been a little gentler in his persuasion methods.
    At least he’d scared Martin into getting up. Tracey followed them through the kitchen and out the back door. The grandfather jogged over to the ball lying on the grass, and kicked it in Martin’s direction. When it flew past him, Martin ducked and made no effort to go after it.
    ‘Kick it back!’ the old man ordered him.
    Slowly, Martin ambled towards the ball.
    ‘Run!’ his grandfather yelled.
    Martin may have picked up the pace a bit, but any increase in speed was imperceptible to Tracey. And when he reached the ball, he barely tapped it with his toe.
    ‘You call that a kick? Put some muscle into it!’
    This time the ball actually moved a few feet. The man ran towards it, and gave it a fierce kick. The ball hit Martin in the stomach, and Martin let out an ear-shattering wail.
    ‘Ow, that hurt!’
    Tracey couldn’t tell if Martin was really suffering or if he was just putting on one of his acts. In any case, it made no difference to the grandfather.
    ‘Stop complaining, you little brat! You’re a big baby. Grow up, you stupid child!’
    Martin froze. The man continued with his tirade.
    ‘You know what? You’re pathetic! How did I end up with such a lousy grandchild? You make me sick!’
    Tracey watched Martin in alarm. The boy was becoming flushed and his breathing had become so laboured she could hear it from where she was standing at the edge of the yard. Then his whole body began to tremble.
    She knew what this meant. Martin’s gift was emerging, just as it always did when he was teased or taunted. Frantically, she turned to the grandfather. Was he aware of Martin’s ability? Did he know that any minute now Martin would be able to beat the man to a pulp?
    And what should she do? How could she stop Martin, rescue the old man, put an end to this? Madame could control Martin with a sharp look, but Tracey wasn’t Madame. Besides, Martin wouldn’t even be able to see any sharp look Tracey could muster!
    But to her amazement – and relief – Martin didn’t explode into a fury of super strength. She watched with interest as his face contorted into an expression of intense concentration. And after a moment, his complexion returned to its normal colour, his breathing calmed, and his body was still. Then he ran back into the house.
    Now she was confused. Why hadn’t Martin attacked the man? Was he able to control his gift? She wished Jenna was there. She could have read Martin’s mind and explained why he was acting like this.
    The back door had been left open, so Tracey didn’t have to wait for the grandfather to let her back inside. She hurried after Martin.
    He wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room, so she went upstairs. In the hallway she could hear sobs coming from behind a closed door. Usually, Martin’s self-pitying tendencies annoyed her. This time, to her surprise, she found herself feeling sympathy for him.
    As long as the door remained closed, however, there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t walk through walls. She’d just have to wait for Martin to come back out.
    Fortunately, he didn’t seem to need much crying time. After a few minutes he emerged. He went into the bathroom, splashed some water on his face and came out. Tracey followed him down the stairs.
    He went directly to the front door. His grandfather was in the living room and he bellowed, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
    Martin didn’t reply. He left the house, and Tracey left with him. He wasn’t dragging his feet this time. He was walking as if he had a purpose, some place to go. Even while invisible, Tracey could feel her heartbeat quicken. Was this it? Was Martin on his way to meet their enemies?
    They were coming to a playground and this appeared to be