It had been an awkward affair, full of long silences and dark looks from Raul. Martinez himself had seemed to enjoy it – he was almost jolly as he kept the conversation going – but Zak’s mind was somewhere else. What was it that Calaca had needed to speak to his boss about? And why had the body doubles and guards appeared just after their little chat? Something told Zak that their secret conference concerned him. Now he was back in his bedroom, he decided he had to find out what was going on. If they were on to him, he needed to know so he could make the distress call and get out of there . . . He couldn’t just walk out of the room. The security camera was on him and if anyone noticed him leaving at this time of night, he’d have some difficult questions to answer. But stuck here in his room he wasn’t going to gather any information about anything. Instead, he looked up. The ceiling was made up of plaster panels, each one about a metre square. Zak jumped up onto the table, from where he could just reach one of the panels.
