The Set Up (26 page)

Everything was still happening in slow motion. I passed Jack. He was turning . . . running away. I hurled myself onto the ground by the edge of the cliff. Ketty was still falling, her body bumping against the rocky cliff face beneath. The phone and the card containing the Medusa gene formula flew out of her hands, into the sea.

‘KETTY!’ As I screamed, I focused on her . . . my eyes straining with the effort.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I had to stop her . . . had to hold her. But the weight of her body resisted.

I’d
never
been able to control my telekinesis around Ketty. She didn’t understand. I
couldn’t
bring her back. I gripped the edge of the cliff. The ground was rough under my fingers.

‘
NO!
’ Every ounce of energy in my body concentrated on Ketty. But she was still falling fast . . . too fast . . .

The rocks, zooming up to meet her. I couldn’t hold her. Gravity was pulling her away. Panic rose. I pushed it down. No.

This was it. This was everything.
Now.

I breathed out – my hands reaching out over the cliff, towards her. I felt a surge of energy flow through me, down to my fingertips.

Ketty’s voice sounded in my head:
you can
. . .
you will
. . .

Her body stopped in mid-fall. She was just centimetres above the rocks. Spray cascading over her. I held her, my focus intent. The energy was still coursing through my body . . . tingling into my fingers, my toes. She was limp. Was she even conscious?
Yes
, her eyes flickered open.

Slowly I turned my hands to pull her towards me. Gently, carefully, I hauled her up . . . up . . .

The wind roared around me . . . the sea smelled fresh and clean . . . all my senses were heightened as I held on, drawing Ketty closer and closer to the top of the cliff. As she got nearer I could see her jumper was torn and her jeans ripped. A thin trail of blood trickled down her left cheek. But her eyes were open, fixed on me now, holding me as I lifted her.

She looked at me and smiled.

Time zoomed back to normal speed as she rose up, past the cliff edge. I laid her onto the earth beside me. All the energy drained out of my body. I sank down, suddenly exhausted.

‘Nico?’

I leaned over her body, trying to catch my breath. My head pounded like it was being machine-gunned.

‘Ketty?’ My voice was hoarse. ‘Ketts, are you okay?’

‘I knew you’d save me,’ she whispered, her eyes shining. ‘I saw it when you sent Ed and me away. It came to me while we walked across the field. Not a dream, but a vision. A really clear vision. I saw it all.’

I stared at her. ‘I don’t get it,’ I said.

‘There’s nothing to get.’ She smiled. ‘I saw what was going to happen, and then I told the others. I made Dylan give me the phone and wait with Ed by the gate while I came over to you and Jack.’

I glanced across the field to where Dylan and Ed were still standing by the gate. They appeared to be arguing – Dylan had Ed by the arm, as if stopping him from running towards us.

‘I told them to wait five minutes after you brought me back up and over the cliff,’ Ketty went on.

‘I don’t think Ed’s enjoying the wait much,’ I said, drily, the pounding in my head finally easing.

‘I know,’ Ketty said quietly, her voice almost lost in the roar of the wind, ‘but that’s what I saw. That’s what has to happen.’

I bent lower over her, trying to hear her better. ‘Ketts, I know I’ve been selfish, but I
do
care and you’ve got it all wrong about me and Dylan—’

‘Sssh,’ she whispered. ‘I know.’

I frowned, not understanding. I leaned even closer. For a second we were just looking at each other. I took a deep breath.

‘It’s you, Ketty,’ I said. ‘It was always you.’

‘I know.’ She smiled.

‘Will you stop saying that?’ I smiled back.

Ketty’s smile deepened. ‘Okay.’

And then the world spun inside my head and I leaned closer and closer and we kissed.

As we drew apart, I knew that everything was different now. The whole world was different. Ketty’s eyes were closed, her mouth still curved in a blissed-out smile. I leaned forward to kiss her again.

‘Stop.’ Ketty’s eyes snapped open. ‘We don’t do a second kiss yet.’

I frowned. ‘Er . . . what? Well, when . . . er,
why
?’

Ketty wriggled away from me. ‘Because of Ed,’ she said. ‘He didn’t see us just now, but we can’t risk it again. My vision didn’t show me what happens after . . . er, this point . . .’

I stared at her.

‘Nico?’ Fergus’s moan from across the grass tore me away from Ketty. He was sitting up. The wind whipped round my ears as I scrambled over to him.

‘Fergus?’ My throat tightened. ‘Are you all right?’

He grimaced up at me. ‘I’m fine,’ he said, struggling onto his feet. ‘What happened to Jack? Did he get the formula? Is everyone okay?’

‘Jack’s gone,’ Ketty said, ‘but everyone else is here. No one’s hurt.’

Fergus stared at her, bleary-eyed. ‘What about Carson? He’ll be here any second. We have to go.’

Ketty shook her head. ‘Dylan called Geri Paterson. She’s dealing with Carson. It’s over. We’re safe.’

Fergus followed her gaze to where Dylan and Ed were still arguing by the gate. ‘I don’t understand,’ he said.

‘Dylan was standing up to Jack after all,’ I explained. ‘She was just doing it in secret.’

Fergus rubbed his forehead. ‘I’d better make sure she’s . . . that she and Ed are all right.’ He set off unsteadily across the field.

‘They’ll be back here in a second,’ Ketty said. She looked up at me hesitantly.

I shook my head. All I could think about was kissing her again. ‘Ketty?’ I leaned towards her.

She took a step away from me. ‘I’m still going out with Ed,’ she said.

My stomach twisted over. ‘Then stop. I don’t want you to go out with him any more.’

‘Really?’ Ketty bit her lip. ‘Why?’

I took a deep breath. ‘Because I want you to go out with
me
.’

There was a pause. Ketty’s face split into a huge grin. ‘Okay.’

I grinned back.

‘But not right now,’ Ketty went on. ‘I’ll tell Ed it’s over, but you and me . . . that has to be a secret. At least for a while.’

‘
What?
’ I said, the smile sliding from my face. ‘That doesn’t make any sense.’

‘Yes it does.’ Ketty tucked her hair determinedly behind her ears. ‘Ed’s a sweet guy. But he’s been bullied at every school he’s ever—’

‘That’s not your fault—’

‘Will you
listen
to me?’ Ketty frowned. ‘He’d never admit it, but Ed’s a bit envious of you. I think it would really hurt him if he knew I’d started dating you straight after we broke up.’

Raised voices sounded from the field that led up to the gate. I glanced round. Fergus had reached Ed and Dylan and the three of them were talking loudly as they walked back towards us.

‘Keeping it a secret’s ridiculous,’ I hissed. ‘It totally sucks.’

‘Well, it’s your own fault.’ Ketty’s eyes flashed. ‘If you’d asked me out sooner instead of saying nothing for months I’d never have looked twice at Billy Martin, and if you’d just told me how you felt instead of trying to impress me with money and flash juggling tricks . . .’

I gasped. ‘You mean you’d have said “yes” back then?’

Ketty shrugged. ‘Yeah, but you didn’t ask and I figured you could have any girl you wanted so you couldn’t be interested. Then, later, after you met Jack, it was like you’d changed and it didn’t feel like we were friends anymore.’

A helicopter whirred high in the sky above us, but I didn’t look up. My stomach twisted over. I couldn’t believe it. All that time I’d had . . . all the opportunities I’d missed. If I’d been going out with Ketty when my telekinesis developed, maybe I could have controlled it from the start . . . maybe I wouldn’t have been interested in meeting Jack . . .

‘We’ll just keep it quiet for a bit.’ Ketty’s face softened. ‘Just till Ed’s settled down at school. Deal?’

‘Are you really all right?’ Ed ran up, ahead of the others. He threw his arms round Ketty, his face white. ‘There’s blood on your face, are you sure you’re not hurt?’

‘It’s just a scratch. I’m fine.’ She hugged him back and smiled. ‘Nico is too, aren’t you, Nico?’

I stared at her. At them.

‘Yeah, I’m good, babe.’ I looked away. I had to give Ketty a chance to do things her way. I had to trust that she meant what she said. That we were together – even if it was a secret.

Fergus was talking to Dylan. I could see him trying hard to be nice, but coming over a bit stiff and formal. And I could see Dylan not knowing what to make of him – her long-lost uncle.

They walked over. Dylan pointed to the helicopter, still buzzing overhead.

‘Geri said she was sending a car for us,’ she said. ‘Not a helicopter.’

‘Well, it’s definitely not Jack,’ Ed added. ‘He ran past the gate at about ninety miles an hour – but that was less than ten minutes ago.’

‘D’you think it’s Carson after all?’ I said anxiously, as the helicopter lowered itself slowly to the ground.

‘I don’t see how,’ Dylan said.

I was suddenly aware of Fergus by my side. He bent down and whispered in my ear. ‘Whatever happens next, I want you to know how proud I am of the way you tried to save Ketty and the others earlier.’

There was a pause, as the helicopter landed. ‘Thanks,’ I said. ‘And I . . . er . . . I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you before. You were right . . . about not trusting Jack, I mean.’

Fergus sighed. ‘I should have told you more . . . realised that you’re becoming a man . . . more able to make your own mind up about things.’

I stared at him. Fergus had never spoken to me like that before. There was some new quality I couldn’t quite identify in his voice.

‘What I can do – the telekinesis – it isn’t evil,’ I said. ‘Not on its own. It’s what I do with it that counts. Some of the things I did before . . . the cheating and stuff. I know that was wrong. But there are times . . . there
will
be times . . .’

He nodded. ‘I know . . .’

I grinned, suddenly recognising the new quality in Fergus’s voice.

Respect.

‘Nico?’ Ketty’s voice made me turn.

She pointed to the helicopter. It was on the ground now, the blades spinning slowly to a stop. A fresh panic twisted at my guts. There was no time to run away. Who on earth was inside?

‘We may have to fight.’ I looked at Ketty. ‘Okay?’

She nodded, pressing her lips together in a determined line.

‘Ed . . . Dylan?’

They both nodded. I glanced back at Ketty, the memory of our kiss suddenly flashing into my head. Her face reddened and I knew she was thinking about the same thing.

We stood in a line, the four of us, with Fergus behind, as the helicopter door slid open.

A figure emerged.

‘What’s
she
doing here?’ Ed said.

‘You said she was sending a police car for us,’ Ketty added.

‘Whatever she wants,’ Fergus added grimly, ‘it won’t be good news.’

We all watched, as Geri Paterson slammed the helicopter door shut and walked towards us.

Stony-faced, Geri approached.

‘Are you guys all right?’ she said, tucking her neat blonde bob under a beret. She took in the whole cliff top scene, then turned to Dylan. ‘Where’s Jack? Did you get the Medusa gene formula?’

‘Jack ran away,’ Dylan said quickly. ‘And the formula’s been destroyed.’

‘Ah. Well, never mind. We’ll catch up with Jack Linden – greedy, double-crossing idiot.’ She glanced at Fergus. ‘And perhaps that memory card didn’t contain the only copy of the formula?’

‘It did,’ Fergus said, shortly.

Geri laughed her tinkly little chuckle. Her eyes flickered over Dylan, Ed and me. ‘At least you’re all safe,’ she said.

I stared at her. ‘Why would you want the formula anyway?’ I said. ‘It’s lethal. Jack said you were too ethical to use it.’

Geri stared at me in surprise. ‘I wouldn’t use it on actual people,’ she said. ‘But now you’ve all proved the gene works, I’m sure I could get funding for research into a new prototype – one that works more immediately and doesn’t have fatal side effects.’

Funding from
who
? I frowned. Neither Jack nor Geri had ever properly explained who they worked for. I was determined to get some answers now, but before I could speak, Dylan had opened her mouth.

‘Did you find Carson?’ she asked.

‘Yes, at least the police did. My priority was to get here and make sure you and Nico and Ed were all right. Lucky I wasn’t too far away when you called.’ Geri raised her eyebrows. ‘Not that you needed me. It looks as if you’ve managed to prevent Jack from selling the formula
and
keep everyone safe. Well done.’

Dylan smiled modestly. ‘It wasn’t just me,’ she said. ‘Nico helped.’

‘I could have helped more if I’d known you were planning to steal the memory card,’ I said. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were working against Jack before?’

‘There wasn’t time. Anyway, I didn’t want Jack to know what I was doing and I wasn’t sure you’d be able to keep quiet about it,’ Dylan said, haughtily. ‘I mean you’re not trained or anything . . .’