Free The Turncoats (The Thirteenth Series #2) by G.L. Twynham

to Zac to follow. As she began to run she turned, only for a split second, to make sure he was keeping up.
    “The eagle has landed,” Jason said.
    “Where are they?” Fran and Wendy asked in sync.
    “The Yorkshire moors.”
    “That’s not good. Isn’t that one of those Godforsaken places where people get lost and no one can find them because there’s thousands of miles of nothing?” Wendy was starting to look pale.
    “Hey, Val can teleport, don’t worry. I’ll give her a call.” Jason pulled out his military style phone and dialled her number.
    “Is that big enough for you?” Wendy asked. Jason smirked sarcastically back at her as he held the device to his head. To their surprise a phone started ringing in the shop. Jason hung up and tried again. The same thing happened. Wendy ran into the shop to find Val’s bag vibrating under the counter.
    “It’s all here, chunky phone, ear piece and her sword. She’s out there alone,” Wendy wailed.
    “She has Zac,” Fran pointed out.
    “So she’s all alone,” Jason replied.
    Val spotted a derelict stone building on the horizon and headed for it as fast as her Converse trainers could get her through the thick pink and green heather and waterlogged holes. Zac was still following. All she could pray for was that they would make it there before the maniacs got to them. Val collided with the front door at speed; luckily for her it flew open with ease. She waited for Zac to enter, then thrust it shut. She looked around frantically for something to bar the door with. Spotting only a half broken chair, she grabbed it and shoved it under the door handle.
    With her back against the door, she lowered herself to the stone floor of what seemed to be the main and only room. She sat still, panting and desperate for oxygen. Fumbling in her pocket she pulled out her personal mobile. “Please God let there be a signal,” she whispered. “Hi Jason. Yes, I’m fully aware that I left everything in my bag. I was supposed to be having a quiet lunch. Now is not the time to tell me off. We’re in some sort of abandoned building, but where?”
    “Val I need to speak with Wendy,” Zac whispered.
    “What for?” she snapped.
    “She has the answer to our problem. She can look in the dellatrax.”
    Val knew he was right and handed the mobile to Zac.
    “Please, allow me to speak with Wendy,” Zac said into the receiver and waited patiently. “Hello, you need to go to the dellatrax and look for...” Zac looked down at his watch, “…prisoner 148702, and speed would be appropriate at this point.”
    “For heaven’s sake, Wendy, please hurry up!” Val shouted from behind Zac. “And it’s fine for you, it’s not you they’re after.” She pointed angrily at him.
    “I’ll stay here. Now go,” Jason said watching the screen.
    Wendy ran down the aisle towards the books with Fran close behind her. “Which one Fran?” she asked.
    “I don’t know! Look at them all.”
    There were at least twenty large volumes on the counter and there was nothing distinguishable about any of them. Fran was worried that they couldn’t do this.
    Wendy picked up the one nearest to her. Throwing the top cover open she just stared at the page. “I don’t know what to do. Zac said I could do this, but he was wrong,” Wendy flapped.
    Fran had to do something quickly before Wendy went into complete melt down. “Give me the phone, Wendy,” she ordered. Wendy willingly passed the phone to Fran.
    “Zac, we need your help. Wendy doesn’t know what to do.”
    Zac started to talk and Fran nodded and made knowing sound effects as Wendy just looked blankly at the pages. “Right. Wendy, Zac says that the dellatrax is like a life force; you can read it, but you can also sense it. He says you need to sense prisoner 148702. You can do this,”
    “Sense prisoner 148702? We should have practised this. I like to study; I’m very good at studying.”
    Fran realised from Wendy’s jabbering that this