Is that your name?’ Evie stared in shock at the girl standing over her. Tall, beautiful, a baggy sweatshirt covering her slender frame, a leather jacket in her hands, dark hair like a boy’s. She looked different, but Evie knew who it was immediately, and she felt herself beginning to shake, because Frankie was dead. Which meant that either Evie was seeing things, or that there was a ghost standing in front of her. ‘You don’t need to be afraid. We’re friends. We’re here to help.’ The man was talking now; Evie regarded him suspiciously. She had run on instinct; had assumed the worst when she’d heard voices, seen two people approaching her. Now, on the ground, the two of them standing over her, she was looking around desperately for something to hit them with. Frankie crossed her arms across her chest and looked over at her friend. He shrugged. ‘Do you recognise Frankie? She’s on the run like you. Infotec tried to kill her. You can trust us.’ Evie stayed silent; she had learned long ago that talking was the easiest way to get into trouble.
