The Complete Ruby Redfort Collection: Look into My Eyes; Take Your Last Breath; Catch Your Death; Feel the Fear; Pick Your Poison; Blink and You Die. Lauren Child
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assume that someone’s not listening just because they look like they’re not listening.’
It was one of her rules and an important one.
RULE 9: THERE IS ALWAYS A CHANCE THAT SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE IS WATCHING YOU.
Or, in this case, listening.
Ruby had ignored the rule a few weeks ago and had ended up tied to a chair by an evil Count and almost buried in a ton of sand, all because someone had been listening in while she yacked away on the telephone to Clancy. She had every right to be cautious, even though the woman in question was actually Mrs Frast from her mother’s bridge club. However, the worry of being overheard only made up part of her reason for keeping it zipped; the truth was that what Ruby really wanted to do was sit in her room and give the briefing some clear thought, puzzle it out.
‘Look Clance, don’t take this the wrong way, but I just need to sit and churn a few things over, you understand, don’t ya?’
‘I guess,’ said Clancy.
They finished their drinks and Ruby cycled on home.
She walked into the house and up the stairs to the kitchen. She was pretty hungry and something smelled good. Mrs Digby was nowhere to be seen. But on the bright side, there were some home-made pizza slices, just cooked, on the table and a note which said, Dig in why don’t you.
There was a PS. It said, Mrs Lemon called again, she wants you to sit for that fat baby of hers. I told her you had an infectious skin condition and it didn’t look like it would clear up for a week or two.
Ruby smiled. ‘Nice going Mrs Digby.’ She loaded her plate with pizza and poured some banana milk into a glass, then, holding an apple in her teeth, she manoeuvred her way up to her room. She closed the door firmly behind her, retrieved her yellow notebook and set about making lists, and then used the elements from the list to make a spider-map. She always found it useful to see problems visually.
First she drew a picture of a diver; he was at the top of the page. Then she wrote three headings across the paper.
One said:
CONFUSED SHIPPING.
Spidering out from that heading she wrote every single incidence of confused shipping she had learned of in LB’s briefing.
The next heading said:
UNUSUAL MARINE ACTIVITY.
There were a lot of these too.
The last heading read:
SEA SOUNDS.
Spiralling out from this were all the names of the people who had heard the strange whispering in the ocean.
And then a question:
ARE ALL THESE HAPPENINGS CONNECTED?
Ruby sat staring at her own question for some minutes before catching sight of the time. She quickly reached across and switched on the portable TV set that sat on her bedroom floor. The title music to Crazy Cops blared out and the face of Detective Despo filled the screen. She sank down in her beanbag and let her mind concentrate on the life and death matters of a fictional cop.
The great advantage for Detective Despo was that he had a team of TV writers who made sure his cases were all tied up neatly by the end of each sixty-minute episode. Right at that moment Ruby envied him; she couldn’t help wishing that she had a writer on-board to make sure her latest case came out right in the end, but regrettably for her, she didn’t live in a fictional world.
Mrs Sylvester was up on deck,
as indeed were all the other passengers,
though she was a good deal more
hysterical than most and was
screaming…
‘Pirates! Pirates! They’ll rob us blind, cut our throats and leave us for dead! They’ve already thrown that poor dog overboard.’
On hearing this, Mr Sylvester fainted.
This all provided an excellent distraction, one that Sabina Redfort made good use of. She very quickly and very quietly made her way to the wheelhouse, snatched up the ship-to-shore radio and sent out a mayday call to the coastguard.
‘Mayday, mayday, this is the Golden Albatross, are you receiving me? Over.’
She got no reply, but she wasn’t going to give up – someone was bound to pick up the distress signal sooner or later.
‘Mayday, mayday, this is the Golden Albatross, are you receiving me? We are in deep over-our-head trouble. Over.’
Still no reply. This was very odd. The coastguard were meant to answer immediately. Sabina’s voice rose louder.
‘Mayday, mayday, I repeat, are you receiving me? Over.’
‘Yes,’ said a voice – unfortunately not a voice from the radio, but rather a deep voice from just behind her. ‘It’s certainly over for you lady!’
Sabina spun around and there, standing a few feet away, was a smartly dressed young man who looked like he would be more comfortable in an office than on the deck of a pirate boat; he did not look one bit like the murderous type. However, the man at his side did. He was smiling, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth, some chipped, some missing. He was a small man, but he seemed to easily occupy the cabin with a monstrous malevolence.
In his hand was a very shiny and very sharp-looking knife.
‘I was just… trying to cancel a… dental appointment,’ stammered Sabina, not at all sure what she was saying – but she was staring at the man, and dental hygiene was the first thing that had come to mind.
The man sniggered cruelly. ‘No need for teeth where you’re going.’
Sabina didn’t like the glint in his eye – he was obviously a man who enjoyed throwing dogs into the ocean, no doubt women too. He grabbed her arm and pushed and dragged her back to the deck.
‘Watch it, would you Captain Hook; you’re wrenching my arm out of its socket.’
‘No need for arms where you’re going,’ laughed the pirate. Then he spied the gem on her finger. ‘Now give me your ring!’
Sabina shook her head. ‘But this is a family heirloom, it belonged to several of my great-grandmothers, and if you think…’
‘You hand it over,’ growled the pirate, ‘or I’ll kill everyone on-board.’
‘But… it won’t come off my finger,’ protested Sabina.
‘No need for fingers where you are going!’ he said, flashing the knife.
Goodness, thought Sabina, there’s not going to be much of me left.
‘Let me cut it off, save you the struggle.’ He laughed again.
‘You’ll do no such thing,’ said Sabina, clenching her fists. The pirate lunged towards her and Sabina lashed out, clocking him on the jaw; Sabina Redfort packed quite a punch and the ring, which was diamond, gashed a scarlet ribbon across the pirate’s cheek.
‘Oh my, that was an accident,’ said Sabina a little nervously. ‘I was about to say, if you want this ring, you had better get me a little soap and water.’
The pirate didn’t look like he was about to oblige, but then he grinned.
‘OK,’ he said. ‘Here’s the water; good luck finding the soap.’
And with that he picked her up and threw her overboard.
Brant Redfort, horrified, bellowed, ‘Honey, don’t think of drowning, I’m coming to save you!’
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