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Shan lifted the staff to try again, but Indarin grabbed it from him with a growl. In the valley below she could just pick out the small settlement, a gathering of round hide tents, patches of leather amid the green. The breeze carried the scents and the sounds of a small village, the distinctive smell of a forge and the unmistakable sound of metal hammering against metal. Elsewhere two lithe figures sparred with long blades, their movements quick and dangerous, sunlight gleaming off the weapons and the long white-blond braids of their hair. Samara! Jeren clenched her fists so hard that her own nails bit through her palm. Dear goddess, Shan thought,am I that far gone? Have I changed so much?So what was he now to them? What had he become in their eyes? And would they heed him at all now? Apprehension tightened in the room but Jeren didnt flinch. This is how it begins, you see? I wont be party to that sort of madness. I wont be an excuse or a tool to bring about this bloodshed! He twists, desperately, and a fresh bu8rst of pain rips down his arms. He bites down upon the fat of his cheek to stop from screaming. Peers through the half light and tries to make sense of what lays below him. No, grins Sumaira. Not originally. He was probably a Bob Smith to begin with but he changed it both colloquially and legally so many times we cant actually trace him back to his origins. He was Arthur Sixpence when he went missing, so thats whats on the file. Anyway, it wasn’t much of a case. Sixpence was this eccentric old boy who did odd jobs and a bit of happy-clappy yoga and stuff at the school. He lived in the grounds, which can’t be bad as it’s a lovely spot there by the lake. He had a camper in the woods. Kept himself to himself, as the best ones always do. No sign of him for a few days, so the police get called in. There’s a bit of a scare for everybody when blood is found by a sniffer dog not far from his cabin, but it seems the coppers at the time weren’t too concerned because it never went much further up the ladder. Sounds like a friends in high places situation to me, and it’s hard to go back and check because the guy who bankrolled the place died in a mountain climbing accident and the school’s been sold off to a Youth Hostelling Association. For the last time, rumbled her fathers low voice, because Ill turn this room upside down if you dont tell me: what is it, and who did you get it from? Hush, Lara, said Indarin. I have already made this case. She had to stall him. She needed time, just a little time.What—what do you think he did to me, Gilliad? She simply raises her head, and waits for the knife. He clasped my hand in a firm grip.Im probably going to regret this, but yeah, weve got a deal—on two conditions. He reaches down and his sore skin touches the cool glass of the whisky bottle. Splashes a good measure into a mug and takes a swallow. He realises he is nodding to himself as if listening to music. He can feel a kind of nervous energy within him. He listens back to his conversation with Chris and stops it when he hears the mention of the school by the lake. Thehippy place. It takes him moments to find reference to the Silver Birch Academy online: a story in the Independent published in 1993. He rinses his mouth with the last of the whisky and dives straight in. You hit the nail on the head of whats eating me inside. The one person that has the most knowledge about where he kept them and what he did to them is Dakota Dale. The murders hes committed are his only claim to fame. He wouldnt kill her without making sure her body was found and attributed to him. I knew that wasnt all Sampson wanted to know. On day six, he brings in a full-size mirror and sets it up. He forces you to look at yourself and laugh. If you don’t laugh when he tells you to or stop before he tells you to, he uses a taser or a cattle prod. Once you’ve mastered laughing, he moves on to crying. He also forces you to say, Please, Christian’ and Thank you, Christian.’ I shook Sampsons hand. Nice to meet you, sir..