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  Circle of Fire

  Circle of Fire

  S.M. Hall

  Text copyright © Sylvia Hall 2011

  The right of Sylvia Hall to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988 (United Kingdom).

  First published in Great Britain and in the USA in 2011 by

  Frances Lincoln Children’s Books, 4 Torriano Mews,

  Torriano Avenue, London NW5 2RZ

  www.franceslincoln.com

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  A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

  epub ISBN 978-1-90766-648-3

  For Hannah, who is as brave and feisty as Maya, and for the new generation, Riber, Charlie and Sebbie. My thanks to Pam Royds, Caroline Knox, Mark Roberts and to Emily Sharratt and Maurice Lyon at Frances Lincoln - S.M.H.

  Chapter One

  Maya opened her eyes to a room full of shadows. A drumming sound filled her head. When she tried to sit up, a long, thin strand of wire wrapped around her neck. Panic gripped her until she realised it was her iPod – she’d gone to sleep with music plugged into her ears.

  Pulling out the earphones, she switched off the music and gazed round the room. Moonlight was seeping in through the open window, silver light glinted on the glass, gauzy curtains flapped in the breeze.

  She swung her legs out of bed and sprang to her feet. What an idiot! She’d forgotten to close the window. Her eyes swept the room, darting over every blurry surface, her ears strained for any sound. Was somebody hiding? Was someone in the room watching her? She waited, hardly daring to breathe. Everything was quiet. No strange sounds or creaks.

  Telling herself there was nothing to worry about, she padded over to the window and looked out. A silver moon hung like a giant coin over the dark hills. In the garden below, familiar shapes were fuzzy and blurred; the lawn rippled with swirling patterns. Then she heard it – the crunch of gravel underfoot. She leaned out of the window and saw a dense black shape sliding towards the corner of the house.

  The neon alarm clock showed it was almost midnight. She wasn’t sure whether the shape had been human or animal, moonlight could play tricks. Was there a prowler? For a few moments she stood listening, but there were no more sinister sounds, just the breeze stirring the trees.

  Quietly she closed the window, fastened the security latch, then she undressed, put on her pyjamas and slipped out of her room into the bathroom. On the way back she saw light coming from under her mum’s door.

  She knocked tentatively and pushed open the door. Her mum, Pamela, was sitting at her desk working on a laptop.

  ‘What’s the matter, darling? Can’t you sleep?’

  Maya stepped into the room. ‘Something woke me. You didn’t hear anything, did you?’

  ‘No.’

  Pam hadn’t taken her eyes off the screen; her fingers were still tapping at the keyboard.

  Maya hesitated, wondering whether to say more. Her mum seemed absorbed in her work. ‘OK. I’ll leave you to it, then.’

  ‘Right,’ Pam replied tersely, but just as Maya was closing the door, she relented. ‘Sorry, Maya. I’m trying to get this report finished. What did you hear?’

  ‘Oh, nothing really. I dropped off to sleep and left my window open, the curtains were blowing about.’

  The typing stopped. Pam stood up. ‘The alarm’s on. If anybody’s out there, the sensors will pick it up. Did you close the window?’

  Maya nodded. ‘Yeah. I’m sure everything’s fine now.’

  Pam came over and put her arms round Maya’s waist. ‘I’ll contact Security; they’ll be out there all night. You probably heard one of their men checking the back of the house.’

  ‘Mmm, I s’pose that’s who it was.’

  While Pam picked up her radio and spoke to Security, Maya rested her chin on top of her mum’s head and Pam hugged her close, massaging her back and neck.

  ‘Everything’s OK,’ she said, clicking the radio off. ‘I’m sorry you were frightened. This will all be over soon, I promise.’

  ‘I wasn’t frightened. I’m just tired of hiding. Sometimes I wish they’d show themselves – make some attempt to get me.’

  ‘No,’ Pam said sharply. ‘That’s exactly why we’re here. I don’t want you in danger.’

  ‘But I want to know who they are. I want to see them busted – clapped in jail.’

  ‘I’m working on it,’ Pam said.

  At that moment, the mobile phone lying on her desk buzzed. ‘Oh, not at this hour,’ she moaned. Picking it up, she checked the screen. ‘It’s Simon.’

  Maya was all ears. Simon was her mum’s second in command, so she listened carefully, hoping to pick up some secret, and at the same time seized the opportunity to sit at her mum’s desk and scan the computer screen.

  The phone conversation yielded nothing, all Pam did was listen. But the text on the screen was intriguing.

  The chain of command operates on a pyramid system. In this way each cell is separate but also part of an international network. The organisation known as the Brotherhood thus poses a threat of. . .

  ‘Hey, that’s classified information.’ Pam swivelled Maya away from the computer.

  ‘Sorry, can’t help it. Radar switched on at all times. Who taught me that?’

  Pam gave Maya a rueful smile and reached for her hand, pulling her out of the chair. ‘You need to get some sleep.’

  I’m not the only one, Maya thought, noting the dark circles under her mum’s eyes. ‘Are you going to be up all night?’ she asked.

  Pam sighed. ‘This investigation is growing by the minute.’

  ‘Tell me.’

  ‘I can’t.’

  ‘It’s not just about the threat to kidnap me any more, is it?’

  ‘No. But, look, it’s way too late to discuss it and anyway all information is—’

  There had been little else to occupy Maya’s mind over the past few days – now she cut sharply across her mum’s words.

  ‘A group of would-be terrorists threatened to kidnap me because they wanted to frighten you off, to stop your investigation. They’re plotting something – something big.’

  Pam raised her eyebrows and nodded. ‘I’m impressed.’

  Maya’s dark eyes were intense, her expression eager. ‘Until you’ve managed to smash their organisation and trap the leaders, I’ve got to stay here under guard.’

  ‘I’m afraid so,’ Pam said. ‘This is turning into the biggest operation the Security Service has ever seen. Intelligence units nationwide – MI5, MI6 – overseas outfits. It’s a major threat, a huge responsibility.’

  Maya saw her mum’s shoulders tense, her eyes flash with the steely determination she was renowned for. She put out her hand and touched Maya’s cheek. ‘But, I’ve almost cracked it, we’re nearly ready to move.’

  ‘Mum, you will be careful, won’t you?’

  ‘I’m always careful.’

  Maya looked away, staring towards the darkened window. ‘They’re Muslims, aren’t they? Islamic terrorists?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Maniacs wanting to blow up the whole world.’

  ‘Maya. . . ’ Her mother didn’t finish, instead, she gave Maya a troubled look.

  ‘I know,’ Maya said. ‘Not all Muslims are extremists.’

  Pam pursed h
er lips and blew a stream of air up over her face. Her eyes sought Maya’s and she held her gaze.

  ‘You of all people should know that,’ Pam said quietly.

  Maya was silent; half-forgotten sounds and pictures bloomed in her head. She blinked, surprised by the sudden vivid kaleidoscope – bursting shells, falling debris, a sharp smell of burning.

  ‘It’s all right to remember,’ her mother said.

  Maya looked away.

  There had been no secrets, she had been told that her family had been murdered in Kosovo – picked out by Serbs because they were Muslim. If Pam hadn’t rescued Maya she would have died too. Most people in her village had been wiped out.

  ‘There are extremists on all sides. They’re the people I deal with,’ Pam said.

  ‘I hate religion,’ Maya muttered. ‘It sends people mad.’

  Pam grimaced. ‘I haven’t done a very good job, have I?’

  ‘Why should I believe in anything? If my family hadn’t, they’d still be alive.’

  ‘Your people were Muslim.’

  ‘I don’t feel any connection, sorry.’ Maya’s face hardened as she turned away.

  Pam changed the subject. ‘You still up for that run in the morning?’

  ‘Yeah. Not much else to do round here.’

  ‘It’ll be an early start. Seven all right?’

  ‘I suppose so.’

  As her mum reached for a file at the back of the desk a photo fluttered to the floor. Maya picked it up. Taken on her fifteenth birthday, just a few weeks ago, it showed her and Pam in khaki combat suits, arms round each other, grinning at the camera. They’d just completed a challenging assault course.

  ‘I loved that day,’ Maya said. ‘Best birthday ever.’

  Pam smiled. ‘You aced me on the shooting, you were a natural.’

  ‘And I did a good time on the racing circuit,’ Maya said.

  Pam had organised the day at the Police Training Academy as a birthday treat – a rare day spent together – and they’d had so much fun. It had fuelled Maya’s ambition – it was exciting, exacting, dangerous. She wanted to follow in her mum’s footsteps. She just wished she could start the training right away, instead of having to spend five more years at school and university.

  ‘Couldn’t I do something to help?’ she asked.

  Pam waved the file. ‘I just need one last piece of data. Then, when I’ve turned in my report, we act, quickly, swiftly – dawn raids, house arrests. If we succeed, the world will be a safer place. And you can go back to school and your friends.’

  Maya grinned. ‘Go get ‘em, Mum.’

  Pam put the file on the desk, opened it and switched back to business mode. She sat down in front of the computer her fingers hovering over the keyboard. ‘OK. So, now I need to finish this report.’

  Maya started to back out of the room, but she couldn’t resist one last question. ‘What did Simon want?’

  Her mum’s hands dropped to her lap; she sat still for a moment, head bowed then she swivelled round and looked at Maya. ‘He gave me some data from a surveillance team.’ Her eyes darted away, then back again. She ran her tongue across the top of her teeth. ‘Look, I’m going to trust you with something.’

  Maya took a step forward, her eyes locked with Pam’s. ‘What?’

  ‘There are things in this report that even Simon doesn’t know. This investigation is so sensitive – it’s a political time bomb. I’m the only person who has access to all the files. Tomorrow I’m meeting an informant in Leeds. He’s someone I trust but should anything go wrong, I want you remember something.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘A password.’

  ‘What, what is it?’

  ‘Firecracker.’

  The word snapped and sizzled as if Pam had spat it into a flame. Maya felt a tingle of excitement fizz in her stomach. She could taste the word on her tongue, she wouldn’t forget it – Firecracker.

  Chapter Two

  When Maya’s alarm went off next morning, she wished she hadn’t been so quick to agree to an early start. As she tied her running shoes she felt wobbly and light-headed – a night of disturbed sleep had taken its toll.

  In the kitchen, Helen, Maya’s grandmother, had just finished feeding the cluster of cats that hung around the cottage, and was washing out the empty cans. ‘Did you sleep all right, dear?’ she asked.

  ‘Not really,’ Maya said.

  ‘No. You look tired,’ Helen said, eyeing her closely. ‘What you need is some fun.’

  ‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ Maya answered.

  ‘Well, we’ll have to see what we can do,’ Helen said, stacking the cans on the draining board and then wiping her hands. ‘There’s a barn dance down at the village hall next week.’

  Maya raised her eyebrows. ‘Wow! Cool!’

  ‘No need to be sarcastic. A quick do-si-do would do you the world of good,’ Helen said, her eyes crinkling with laughter. ‘Here,’ she added, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a carton of juice. ‘If you’re off for a run, you need energy.’

  ‘Mum’s coming too,’ Maya said, stretching out her legs. ‘We’re doing the loop, through the woods, down the lane to the ford and back up the hill.’

  ‘It makes me dizzy just thinking about it.’ Helen said. She poured some juice into a glass. ‘Drink this before you go.’

  Maya took the glass and sipped the ice-cold juice.

  ‘Do the bodyguard people know you’re going out?’

  ‘Yep, Mum told them. Don’t worry, they’ll be tracking us all the way.’

  ‘And a good thing too.’

  ‘I know,’ Maya agreed. ‘I’m glad they’re around, but sometimes I’d just like to . . . feel free.’ Her eyes took on a faraway look. ‘I’m missing loads at school, and then summer holidays’ll be starting soon. All my friends will be doing stuff together.’

  ‘Hopefully it won’t be for much longer,’ Gran said, with a sympathetic smile. ‘Then you can get back to London. Although I must say, I like having you here.’

  ‘Love you too,’ Maya said, giving Helen a quick kiss. ‘Tell Mum I’m waiting outside.’

  The sun was already bright, the dewy lawn sparkling like a giant lake, the flower beds flaming with colour – so different from the previous night when Maya had peered down onto a shadowy garden of fuzzy grey shapes. She stood with her hands on her hips, scanning the paths and soft soil beds, looking for a trace of the dark shifting shadow that had disturbed her sleep. There was nothing. Somebody or something had crunched the gravel at midnight but had left no trace, no footprints.

  Her eyes lifted to the place where the hills humped and hollowed, where the dark woods lay. She stared until her eyes watered, wondering if anyone was out there – not the bodyguards, as Helen called them, but the terrorists who had threatened to take her hostage.

  Behind her, the door opened and Pam appeared, humming a tune. She looked so bright-eyed and cheerful that Maya’s dark thoughts quickly disappeared – early morning was the best time for running.

  Before setting off, they did a few stretches together and Maya realised how much she’d grown, and how tiny Pam was in comparison. They were almost opposites, Pam’s figure trim and compact in running gear, her freckled skin pale against a navy vest, her fine blonde hair held back with a white band. Beside her, Maya was like a rangy racehorse; long brown legs and arms, inky-black hair cascading down her back and dark brown, velvety eyes. It’s no wonder people did a double take when Pamela introduced Maya as her daughter. It probably didn’t take them long to work out that Maya was adopted.

  Screwing her hair into a ponytail, Maya waited while Pam dashed into the kitchen for a quick drink of water. When she came out she was talking into her radio, informing the duty agents about their intended movements.

  ‘OK. We’re sorted,’ she said.

  Together they set off across the back lawn, slipped through a gap in the hedge and out into the open meadow. Here they took the path through the long grass do
wn towards the woods. Under the trees Maya saw two figures waiting and watching for them. By the time they entered the cool darkness of the trees, the figures had disappeared.

  Striding out together, their footsteps pounded hard mud, sunlight filtered through the branches, dappling their arms. When the path narrowed, Maya sucked in more air and increased her speed, running ahead. She sniffed the rich, earthy smell of the pine trees, enjoying the easy rhythm of her stride and the feeling of strength in her body. She ducked under a low branch, skirted round a fallen log and ran on through the tunnel of trees until she reached the other side of the wood. At the stile she paused and looked back. For a moment she thought Pam had stopped, but then she came out of the thicket and ran panting towards her.

  When she was alongside Maya, Pam stood still and leaned forward with her hands on her hips, breathing heavily. ‘Whoa, you set a cracking pace. How come you’ve improved so much?’

  Maya beamed a crooked smile. ‘The running machine at school. I wasn’t allowed out at lunchtime, remember?’

  ‘OK. No need to rub it in,’ Pam said, straightening up and shaking out the muscles in her legs.

  Behind her mother’s shoulder Maya saw a movement in the bushes and caught a glimpse of a tall man with grey hair. The security agents were trying to keep pace with them. She smiled to herself – she’d give them a good workout.

  ‘Let’s go,’ she said, and putting her hand on the stile, she vaulted it neatly and set off.

  Rambling gorse bushes and spiky nettles narrowed the path to the lane, making it slow going for a few yards, but then there was open land and Maya flew across it to reach the kissing gate. She squeezed through and was out onto the open road, where she relaxed into an easy stride, allowing Pam to catch up.

  The sun was full on their faces as they jogged side by side down the lane. There were swathes of buttercups and red campions in the hedges, the bushes were bright with birdsong and Maya felt her spirits lift. It was lovely to be out so early when they had the lanes to themselves. No chattering ramblers, no traffic, and better still, the security agents were keeping their distance, giving them some space.