Hunted (Medusa Project, Book 4)
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Dylan, the daughter of the scientist who created the Medusa gene for psychic powers, has never felt she really fits into the crime-fighting Medusa Project. But then she makes a discovery about her father's death which changes everything. As she and the other Medusa teens search for the truth, Dylan meets Harry - a boy who seems to know more about Dylan's past than she does. But can Dylan trust him? While Dylan searches for the mysterious legacy that her father has left her from beyond the grave, her dad's killer closes in. But just how far is the murderer prepared to go to keep Dylan from finding out the truth?
pregnant . . . said they’d have so much fun being mothers together.’ ‘Your parents knew my mom as well as my dad?’ I said. ‘What are their names?’ ‘Laura and Jason Smith,’ Harry said. ‘Actually, our mums knew each other really well. They were good friends.’ I nodded. I couldn’t place Jason, but the name Laura definitely cropped up in my mom’s diary as one of her regular lunch dates. ‘I think my mum introduced your parents to each other,’ Harry explained. ‘And they went out together as
the phone last night.’ I stared at him. ‘Why does he want me to know now?’ I said. Harry sighed. ‘My parents thought you were better off not knowing the truth, but as you’ve found out that William Fox was murdered, they reckon you deserve—’ ‘Wait a minute,’ I said. ‘You’re saying your parents believe my dad was murdered?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘They don’t think he was paranoid and suspicious, like everyone else?’ Harry nodded. I sat back, stunned. All my life people had been down on my mom and dad,
a call.’ He disappeared into the room that already contained Ketty, Nico and Ed. Harry wandered over to me and sat, self-consciously, on the couch opposite. ‘What’s he going to do with us when he gets this chip out?’ I said. ‘Leave the four of you in here, unconscious. He’s going to up the drugs, so you’ll be out for almost a day or so. By the time you come round, we’ll be long gone.’ Harry fixed his gaze on the table between us. ‘“We”?’ I said as viciously as I could. ‘How nice for you to
charge of the Hub . . . the person my dad had gone to see several times in the week before he died. ‘That’s not all,’ Laura went on. ‘The night she died, your mother called me. She said she was frightened that Bookman knew about her suspicions . . . that he was going to come after her. We agreed to meet two hours later. I was going to put the two of you on a flight to somewhere remote. But your mum never turned up.’ I stared at her. ‘What are you saying?’ ‘I’m saying that it wasn’t just your
this Wardingham archive.’ ‘How d’you know it ever got built?’ Nico protested. ‘Even British builders don’t take more than sixty years to build something,’ I said tartly. ‘Don’t let Ed hear you say that,’ Ketty said. ‘His dad’s a builder.’ ‘What do you think you’re going to find there?’ Nico went on. ‘I’m going to find out the one thing I really need to know,’ I said. ‘I’m going to find out who killed my parents.’ 21: Wardingham We got away from Bookman’s house just after midnight and just