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The thrilling new novel from the award-winning author of I Have No SecretsA chance meeting and a secret message drags Libby into a thrilling mystery, but no one believes she can spot the clues. Can she make them realise what she is really capable of, before it’s too late?Libby is visually impaired but that doesn’t stop her being a keen photographer. She loves going out walking with her guide dog, Samson, and taking photos, but her family worry about her – and Libby wishes she could be more independent.The day that the boy gives her a secret note to deliver changes everything. Because soon after, the boy goes missing, and no one – except Libby and her new friend Kyle – thinks there is anything to worry about.Libby knows there's no way her parents would let her get involved. But what if she’s the only person who can solve the mystery? What if one of Libby’s photos holds a clue?A compulsive page-turner for readers aged 12 and up.

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First published in Great Britain in 2020

by Electric Monkey, an imprint of Egmont UK Limited

2 Minster Court, London EC3R 7BB

Text copyright © 2020 Penny Joelson

The moral rights of the author have been asserted

ISBN 978 1 4052 9491 1

eBook ISBN 978 1 4052 9514 7

www.egmont.co.uk

A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher

Stay safe online. Any website addresses listed in this book are correct at the time of going to print. However, Egmont is not responsible for content hosted by third parties. Please be aware that online content can be subject to change and websites can contain content that is unsuitable for children. We advise that all children are supervised when using the internet.

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To my nephews and niece,

Asher, Sammy and Layla

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Copyright First published in Great Britain in 2020 by Electric Monkey, an imprint of Egmont UK Limited 2 Minster Court, London EC3R 7BB Text copyright © 2020 Penny Joelson The moral rights of the author have been asserted ISBN 978 1 4052 9491 1 eBook ISBN 978 1 4052 9514 7 www.egmont.co.uk A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher Stay safe online. Any website addresses listed in this book are correct at the time of going to print. However, Egmont is not responsible for content hosted by third parties. Please be aware that online content can be subject to change and websites can contain content that is unsuitable for children. We advise that all children are supervised when using the internet.

Dedication To my nephews and niece, Asher, Sammy and Layla

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The voice startles me because it sounds like Charlie. I’m good at recognising voices, but it can’t be him, can it? Charlie used to be in my form group at school, but no one’s seen him for about six months. I’m down a quiet path – not far from my house. He’s calling my name.

I move my camera from my eye and stand upright. The poppy on the grassy verge, the one I was about to photograph with my macro lens, shape-shifts from perfect crimson petals around deep dark stamens to a slight fleck of red. I can only see clearly one or two centimetres in front of my eyes. My guide dog Samson shuffles beside me and stands as if expecting us to move on.

‘Wait, Samson,’ I say, pulling gently on his harness as I turn in the direction of the voice. Someone’s there, but he’s just a vague, dark blob.

‘Libby!’

He says it again – my name. His voice distinctive, gravelly, but sounding older than I remember. He’s coming nearer and the blur of him is familiar: the height, taller than me, light hair, the way he moves. It’s him – now I’m as sure as I can be. But I’m not sure if I want to talk to him – or if I ought to.

‘Charlie? Is it really you?’

I feel a pull as Samson turns too, his warm back nudging at my legs. ‘Sit, Samson,’ I tell him. ‘Sit.’ Samson sits obediently and I stroke his head.

‘Yeah . . .’ Charlie’s close now. He sounds nervous, awkward – and I’m not surprised.

‘Where’ve you been all this time?’ I demand. ‘You just dropped out of school. No one knew why.’

When he speaks his voice is low, bitter, emphatic. ‘Stuff . . . life . . . y’know?’ he says. ‘Things happen.’

‘I guess,’ I say.

‘And you,’ he says. ‘You got a dog now!’

‘Yeah – this is Samson,’ I tell him.

‘He’s lovely. You’re lovely, boy!’ he says to Samson. ‘I like dogs.’ He sounds sad now, wistful.

‘What happened, Charlie? Can’t you tell me?’

‘Na. But . . . I want to ask you something – a favour.’

My heart speeds up, wondering what he could possibly want. Perhaps I should have ignored him. I’ve always felt nervous around Charlie. He got excluded from school for fighting – more than once. He was sent to a referral unit for a while, for kids who can’t cope in school. Then he came back – only for about a month – and then he disappeared. No one knew where he’d gone. The truth is, no one cared all that much. School was calmer; there was far less tension without him.

‘What?’ I ask nervously.

‘D’you think you can take a message for me – give it to someone?’

‘Can’t you just DM them? Or text or something?’ I ask.

‘Nah. This is too sensitive. Top secret – and I can’t trust most people, but I trust you. I can, can’t I? Right?’

‘I guess . . . What’s this all about, Charlie?’

‘And you mustn’t tell anyone you’ve seen me,’ he goes on. ‘You get that?’

‘Are you serious? Why?’ I wish I could see his face, but I’d need to get too close to really see his eyes.

‘You gotta swear – this is dead serious,’ he says.

I can hear the desperation in the raspy tone of his voice. My mind slips back to one time at school when he was kind and helped me out. It was last year, before I got Samson. I was walking down the stairs with my cane and some impatient boy kicked it out of the way. I nearly fell – but Charlie was there and he caught me and gave the boy a right earful. I was a bit shaky and he was really sweet. I’d never seen that side of him before.

‘Please,’ he begs.

‘OK. I swear I won’t tell anyone.’ I say it – though I’m not sure I should, or if I mean it. ‘What’s the message?’

‘Here.’ He touches my arm, presses something into my hand. A small envelope. I hold it – at arm’s length initially, as if it might explode.

‘Put it away – in your pocket,’ he tells me.

I feel for my skirt pocket and slip the envelope in.

‘That’s right,’ he tells me. ‘Now give it to Kyle at school tomorrow, OK?’

‘Kyle?’ I repeat.

‘Yeah, don’t tell him you saw me or that I gave it you. Just give it to him quiet, like. You got it?’

Kyle’s the tallest boy in our year. Even I can generally pick him out.

‘OK,’ I tell him.

‘I knew I could trust you,’ he says. ‘I knew you’d help.’

‘Charlie . . .’ I start, but the blur of him is moving away and in an instant he’s gone from my vision.

I finger the straight edges of the envelope in my pocket. I’m anxious. I wish I’d said no – but part of me also feels chuffed that he’s chosen me for this task. He’s not seeing me as ‘the blind girl’ like most people do – but as someone who can help him, someone he can trust. It’s nice, in a weird sort of way.

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