Jack pressed a finger to his ear. ‘Obi, who’s this?’ ‘My uncle.’ ‘What? I thought you said he was in London?’ ‘He was.’ Jack glanced at the burglar alarm box on the ground in front of the steps. There wasn’t enough time to grab it and get back inside without being seen. He slammed the front door ...
The theatre fire had only received a brief mention on the news channels the next day. There was no clue that the world’s most advanced computer had just been destroyed. The one thing that Jack now realised was that there would be another Proteus. It was only a matter of time. The future was comin...