Free Looking for Lucy Jo by Suzy Turner Page A

towards her suitcase and rifled about in it for a couple of seconds before pulling out a thick, warm black hoodie and a pair of purple jeans. She handed them to her sister.
    ‘You’ve got to be joking. I can’t wear that.’
    ‘What’s wrong with it?’ asked Emma as she looked down at her clothes.
    ‘It’s just so not me, Em,’ Lana said in disgust.
    ‘Well, in that case you can just stay freezing cold then, can’t you?’
    ‘Maybe I could go shopping?’
    Emma’s nostrils flared as she tried to stay calm.
    ‘What?’
    ‘Lana Beth Morgan, we’re here to rescue our little sister, not go to a freaking fashion show. Now put the damn clothes on and stop being so ridiculous.’
    ‘She does have a point, hon.’ Barber half laughed where he sat on the kerb.
    ‘Oh God, you’re so right, Em. I’m sorry.’ Lana took the clothes from Emma and smiled. ‘Thanks. Where can I change?’
    ‘I think the toilets are through there,’ Emma pointed.
    ‘I’ll come with you,’ Barber smiled.
    Patrick raised his eyebrows at them before Barber added, ‘I’ll wait outside.’
    They were standing outside Faro Airport, waiting for their pick-up, and although the sun shone down from a glorious blue sky, it was still pretty cold. Emma was glad she’d dressed sensibly, unlike her sister who had been wearing thin leggings with what looked like a summer dress over the top.
    ‘Here she is,’ Declan announced as a large black van drove down the road towards them and stopped just a few metres away.
    When the driver’s door opened, a beautiful woman in her late twenties with long dark hair hopped out. With a huge grin, she removed her sunglasses and walked towards them. ‘Declan!’ she yelled. ‘It’s so good to see you!’
    ‘Bella, mate. Long time no see. How you doing?’
    ‘Awesome, Declan. I’m awesome,’ she winked as she turned to look at the others. When her face stopped on Patrick’s, her expression changed immediately and she took his hand. ‘You must be Patrick Morgan. I’m so sorry about Lucy Jo. But don’t worry, we’re going to find her. Know that, okay?’
    Patrick nodded and smiled. ‘Thank you. That means a lot.’
    ‘I’m Arabella, by the way. Please call me Bella. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’
    ‘It’s good to meet you too, Ara…bella.’
    ‘And this is Emma Jane, Patrick’s daughter.’
    Emma smiled as Arabella leaned forward and kissed her on both cheeks.
    ‘I’ve heard a lot about you, Emma Jane. It’s lovely to finally meet you.’
    ‘You have?’
    Arabella nodded. ‘Eleanor talks about you and Lana Beth quite a lot, actually. Where is Lana Beth?’ she asked, looking around.
    ‘Erm, she had to go and change. Lana usually likes to make a bit of a fashion statement but she kind of got it wrong today.’
    ‘Let me guess, she wore summer clothes, right?’
    Chuckling, Emma nodded. ‘She’s having to borrow some of my clothes and she’s not too happy about it.’
    Arabella looked Emma up and down and laughed. ‘I take it she’s not much of a goth?’
    ‘No way.’ Emma smiled as Lana and Barber finally appeared from the airport.
    ‘There she is.’ Emma pointed to her sister, who was looking pretty disgusted at her outfit. Barber was holding her hand reassuring her that she looked fine.
    ‘Hey,’ Lana smiled.
    ‘Hi, Lana, I’m Arabella. It’s great to meet you.’
    After introducing Barber, and when all the pleasantries were out of the way, the group climbed into the black van. Declan whistled as he settled in. ‘Nice wheels, Bella.’
    ‘I know, right? It’s new. We just bought it a couple of months ago. It’s got all the mod cons you could ask for – plus a few special extras.’ She grinned as they pulled away from the airport and headed out into the sparse traffic on the main road.
    Lana let out a shriek the moment they did so, causing Arabella to quickly pull over and lean backwards. ‘What? What’s happened?’
    ‘You’re… you’re…?’
    ‘What’s