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A
LSO BY
C
ATHERINE
J
INKS

The Reformed Vampire Support Group

The Genius Wars

Genius Squad

Evil Genius

Living Hell

This Way Out

The Future Trap

Witch Bank

Eye to Eye

Piggy in the Middle

What’s Hector McKerrow Doing These Days?

The Rapture

T
HE
P
AGAN
C
HRONICLES:

Pagan’s Crusade

Pagan in Exile

Pagan’s Vows

Pagan’s Scribe

Pagan’s Daughter

www.catherinejinks.com

CATHERINE JINKS

First published in 2011

Copyright © Catherine Jinks 2011

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To James Jinks, the latest addition

Contents

1 ‘OUR BEST HOLIDAY EVER . . .’

2 . . . OR MAYBE NOT

3 AN OLD FRIEND

4 A NEW FRIEND

5 PAST AND PRESENT

6 GHOST HUNTERS

7 A BURIED SECRET

8 ‘THIS IS CRAZY . . .’

9 ‘HEY, EDISON!’

10 GETTING HELP

11 BACK TO THE CELLAR

12 THE WORLD’S BEST PARTY

13 MUMS TO THE RESCUE

14 THE FIRST DOOR ON THE LEFT

15 THE CRYSTAL HIBISCUS

16 WE NEED THAT ROBOT!

17 THE DISAPPEARING DOORS

18 PICK YOUR DREAM

19 ‘PLEASE ENTER YOUR CODE . . .’

20 THE CRYSTAL HIBISCUS REVISITED

21 TRIGGER POINT

22 GATECRASHING

23 PARTY POOPERS

24 LOST IN THE DARK

25 ALL ABOARD

26 IN SEARCH OF EDISON

27 ESCAPE!

28 MORE MISS MOLPE

29 OLD DIAMOND BEACH

30 FAMILIAR CHILDREN

31 ‘YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED IN THERE . . .’

32 THE TERRIBLE TRUTH

33 ‘THEY DON’T EXIST . . .’

34 THE LAST RESORT

35 INSIDE THE SUITCASE

36 LEAVING AT LAST

37 NEARLY HOME

38 ‘LET HER GO!’

39 NIGHTMARE HOLIDAY

40 THE LAST PLACE YOU’D EVER WANT TO BE

41 BELOW DECK

42 SINKING

43 WHERE TO NOW?

44 ‘THIS IS A JOB FOR THE EMERGENCY SERVICES . . .’

45 THE PERFECT ESCAPE

46 MARTIYA

47 THE AMBASSADOR

48 TERMINAL ONE

49 WAITING

50 AMBUSHED

51 ‘I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT AIRPORTS . . .’

52 THE SEARCH FOR THE SMOKING ROOM

53 CHOKING

54 PAPER CHASE

55 INFERNO

56 EXCESS BAGGAGE

57 ‘IS THIS THE REAL THING?’

58 THE END OF THE HOLIDAY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

1

‘OUR BEST HOLIDAY EVER . . .’

M
ARCUS DIDN

T WANT TO SPEND HIS SUMM ER HOLIDAYS AT
the beach.

He wasn’t a beach person. His skin was pale and freckled, so it burned easily. He wasn’t a body builder, so he didn’t like taking off his clothes. And he wore glasses, which had to be removed in the surf.

Marcus would have been quite happy sitting in his bedroom all summer long, playing computer games. His favourite game was
Cruising for a Bruising.
Even though he was only eleven years old, he had already reached the lowest first-class deck on the S.S.
Midas
. There were just five decks to go. Once he’d fought his way past the angry chefs in the gourmet kitchen, dodged the fat people bouncing off each other on the dance floor, and pushed all the armed lifeguards into the heated pool, he would be within easy reach of the bridge.

He was looking forward to his life-and-death struggle with Captain Creap. Defeating this evil despot would mean conquering the world’s largest, richest luxury liner. Marcus couldn’t wait to do that. He had plans for all the stewards who’d been throwing deckchairs at his stowaway avatar.

But Marcus’s mother didn’t care about his plans. She had plans of her own. That was why, on the last day of school, he arrived home to find an unfamiliar caravan parked outside their house.

‘It was cheaper to buy this old caravan than to hire a nicer one for the week,’ explained his mother, whose name was Holly Bradshaw. ‘I got a great deal because it was taking up valuable space in the lot. No one wanted to hire it.’

‘I’m not surprised,’ Marcus muttered. The caravan was small and dirty and covered in dents. There were dead flies on all of its windowsills. Inside its poky living area, the two-burner stove was encrusted with grease, as were most of the benchtops. The curtains were in shreds. The linoleum was sticky.

‘It’s a bit small,’ Marcus pointed out, just in case his mother hadn’t noticed.

‘That doesn’t matter,’ she said. ‘There’s plenty of room for the two of us. Besides, just look at all the cupboard space!’ She yanked open one of the cupboard doors, which came off in her hand. ‘Don’t worry about that,’ she added, hastily propping the door shut again. ‘I’ll fix everything before we go. And I’ll give the whole place a good scrub too.’

‘Will scrubbing get rid of the smell?’ Marcus sniffed suspiciously. ‘It smells like sweaty gym clothes in here.’

‘Really?
I
think it smells like mouldy baked beans.’ When Marcus screwed up his nose, Holly tried to reassure him. ‘We’ll air the place out. I’m sure it’s not permanent. Maybe the little old lady used to smell a bit.’

Marcus was confused. ‘What little old lady?’ he asked.

‘The little old lady who used to live here.’

Gazing at his mother in alarm, Marcus squeaked, ‘She didn’t
die
in here, did she?’

‘Of course not.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Because the man at the lot told me she didn’t.’

Marcus wasn’t convinced. ‘I hope she didn’t die in here,’ he mumbled. ‘I hope it’s not haunted.’

Holly laughed. ‘Don’t be silly,’ she rejoined. ‘Whoever heard of a haunted caravan?’

Marcus shrugged. He adjusted his glasses and looked around at the cramped, grimy, battered space. He didn’t want to spend a whole week in it. Though his own home was quite small and shabby, at least it wasn’t a rat-cage on wheels.

‘Most of the time we’ll be outside,’ Holly promised, watching his face. ‘When
I
was eleven, and
I
went to Diamond Beach, I spent every day in the open air from dawn till dusk. It was fantastic. I made lots and lots of friends and had the best time ever.’ She smiled her encouragement. ‘I know that you will too, Marcus.’

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