I thought of Robin, the kindly, slightly crazed quirky woman
from the cell and still it didn’t make much sense.
‘Are you
sure you’ve got the right woman?’
Windermere
stops and turns. Her eyes seem to gleam with her anger in the darkness.
‘Do not be
swayed by her tricks,’ she says. ‘Robin Thacker is one of the most dangerous
people who have ever lived.’
I hear her
say the words but I don’t quite believe her.
‘You know,
there’s an author called Robin Thacker.’
‘It’s not a
coincidence. He is her. Or so she would have us believe, and her evidence is
irrefutable.’
She starts
down the corridor as if it wasn’t a huge revelation.
I look at
Elle and then Yates, whose eyes have grown wide.
‘She wasn’t
Thacker,’ Yates says. ‘Don’t be so ridiculous. Robin Thacker was a man. A man
in Victorian London. You said she was from the eighties.’
‘I’m sure
you know better than most that Thacker was the first and best of us to dance
with death,’ Windermere says. ‘Do you really think it impossible.’
‘What that
he reincarnated himself?’ I say. I look at Elle but she shrugs. A year ago the
idea would seem like faith to me. Now, after everything I’ve seen, I don’t
struggle to believe it. I’ve seen Teague and my own best friend cross between
life and death like they’d just flicked a switch. I’d seen Yates change his
form from a middle-aged man to a teenager to a boy under ten. Is it that
unbelievable.
‘You’re
going to have to show me this proof,’ I say.
‘Ever the
scientist,’ Windermere says as we start up the staircase.
‘It
unsettles me how well you know us,’ Elle says. ‘How long have you been watching
us? How have you been watching us full stop?’
‘Everything
will become clear.’
‘You know
this mystery crap’s starting to get really old,’ she says. ‘Don’t you lot have
some pamphlets or something, I really have to get to my parents. If you’ve been
watching us then you know what happened in New York.’
‘We know,’
Windermere says. ‘And you don’t need to worry, Elle, your parents are safe.’
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