The Enemy-Charlie Higson by Charlie Higson

Author:Charlie Higson [Higson, Charlie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2010-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

“When you wake up,” Nick said, “we’l have a good old chat, eh? See what’s to be done with you.”

“Mmm ...”

“My brave little soldier,” said Rachel.

Sam was asleep.

The mannequins freaked Maxie out. She was on edge enough as it was, trying to keep the kids under control inside the store. They needed to stick together. The scouting party had given them the al clear, but she was stil frightened. The last couple of days had reminded her that you were never safe; you could never know what was waiting for you around the corner. And if you let your guard down . . .

They’d been through the menswear on the floor below and picked it clean. And now as they searched through the women’s casual wear section, there were squeals of delight. Blue had been right. It had certainly lifted everyone’s spirits, but if they were attacked while they were vulnerable, it would soon wipe the smiles off their faces. And Maxie would get the blame for letting them come in here.

Although most of the stuff was too big for the smal er kids, they stil grabbed anything they could. When they came across each fresh batch, the excitement rose as they snatched at the clothes and argued over them, running from one pile to another. Maxie tried to stay on top of things but kept on getting distracted herself when she saw something she liked. At least now the boys had calmed down and were more alert— they had no interest in the women’s clothing. The main problem was that everyone kept ducking behind cabinets and shelves to change in the shadows and dump their old things.

As many as stood guard were out of action.

Maxie found an Agnès b top and some pants that looked like they’d fit her. She slipped them into her backpack. She would change later, when she was sure it was safe. She was too anxious now. The thought of being ambushed when she was half naked didn’t excite her. She pictured herself being chased around Selfridges with her pants around her knees.

She spotted a black leather jacket and was irresistibly drawn to it. She looked at the label—Belstaff. It was sturdy and wel made, had several useful pockets, and would offer some protection. At least, that’s what she told herself. In truth, she just liked the look of it. She put it on and tried to look at herself in a broken mirror. She couldn’t see very wel in the half-light. A little big, but it fit okay.

“That’s nice. It’s like mine.”

Maxie turned to see Sophie watching her, her bow at the ready in her hands.

“You think I’m taking it so I can look like you?”

“That’s not what I meant. I only meant I liked it.”

“Why should I care whether you like it or not?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Didn’t you? I know what you’re doing. Trying to ingratiate yourself. Trying to make friends. Wel , don’t bother. We’l never be your friends, Sophie.

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