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He thrust out a huge, soil-stained paw of a hand. Caw took it, blushing, then ran down the hill after Mrs Strickham. She had already reached her car and opened the door.
Lydia stepped out. Her mass of red hair was loose over her shoulders and her fringe came right to her eyeline, making her delicate face seem even smaller than normal. She was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt with a picture of a seal reclining on an iceberg. He studied the words for a moment. It read “Just Chill”. He looked up to see that his friend was beaming at him.
Caw rushed up to her, grinning, then wasn’t sure exactly what to do. She opened her arms and Caw realised she wanted to give him a hug. He leant forward and let her do it, wrapping his arms awkwardly around her. She squeezed him tightly.
“I haven’t seen you for ages,” Lydia said.
Caw shot a glance at Mrs Strickham. Her attention was on the churchyard, but he sensed she was listening to everything he said.
“No,” Caw replied. “I’ve been … erm … busy.”
“Still living at the church?”
Caw nodded. “What’s been happening with you?”
Lydia blew out her cheeks. “A lot, I guess.” She looked across, waiting until her mother had climbed into the car and closed the door. She lowered her voice. “Caw, it’s been terrible! Mum hardly lets me out of the house. I think she’s worried I’ll get into trouble. And Dad’s lost his job.”
“Oh no! Why?” said Caw.
Lydia shrugged. “Supposedly because of the escaped convicts,” said Lydia. “But Dad says it’s political. Something to do with a new Police Commissioner wanting to replace the governor at the prison. We might have to move out of the house. But anyway …” she punched his arm. “You’ve been so busy you couldn’t come and see me?”
Caw could tell she was upset. “We need to get going,” said Lydia’s mother impatiently, hand on the car roof.
“Crumb’s been training me really hard,” said Caw, and he knew at once how lame it sounded. He rolled up his sleeve and showed her his bruises from where Crumb’s pigeons had shoved him over a park bench two days before. There were several others too from the fall off the police car – grazes and a deep purple welt across his wrist.
“Ouch!” she said. “Did you do something to upset him?”
“It’s worse than it looks,” Caw said guiltily. “He’s been teaching me to read too. There’s still lots of words I don’t know, but I’m getting there.”
“That’s great!” said Lydia, though a cloud passed across her face as she spoke. “And how are Screech and Glum?”
“The same,” said Caw. “Well, not quite. I’ve got a new one called Shimmer. She’s cool. Screech really likes her.”
Lydia giggled. “You mean he has a crush.”
I do not! croaked a voice from above. Caw saw Screech was perched on the branch of an elm tree. I just admire her flying ability.
The car’s engine started up. Mrs Strickham had climbed in and shut the door.
“We went to my old house yesterday,” said Caw. “And guess what – we found a girl living there!”
“Oh?” said Lydia, with a small grimace. “What, like squatting?”
“I guess so,” said Caw. “Her name’s Selina. She’s homeless, like I was. I’m going to teach her to scavenge.”
“That’s … that’s cool, Caw,” said Lydia. “Maybe I can come too?”
Caw hadn’t been expecting that. “Why would you want to scavenge? You’ve got proper food, y’know – on a plate.”
“Because it’s fun,” said Lydia. “When are you heading out?”
“Er … I don’t know,” said Caw. “Look, Lydia, maybe it’s best if you don’t. It might not be safe.”
She frowned. “I can look after myself.”
“Last time you got mixed up with me, I almost got you killed,” said Caw.
The stone weighed heavy in his pocket. The dangers of the past might be behind him, but new ones lingered in waiting, he was sure. Until he knew what the stone was, and why Quaker was so scared of it, he couldn’t risk letting Lydia get close again.
The car window opened, and Mrs Strickham’s face appeared. “We need to go now, Lydia. Your father will get suspicious if we’re out shopping much longer.”
“I’m sorry,” said Caw. “I just don’t want to get you into trouble.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” said her mother.
Lydia bit her bottom lip. “Caw, I thought we were friends,” she said.
He blinked at her sudden fierce tone. They’d certainly been through a lot together, but he’d never really had friends, apart from the crows. “We … we are,” he said.
She turned away and opened the car door, climbing inside. As she fastened her seatbelt she shook her head sadly. “Then why don’t you act like it?”
The door slammed before Caw could answer and the car sped off, leaving him standing alone at the edge of the graveyard.
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aw was glad he’d told his crows to wait at the end of the street, because Selina was standing outside the house that night when he arrived. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off by chatting to birds.
She looked taller tonight, maybe even taller than him, but then he realised she was wearing stacked boots, made of leather and laced up to her ankles. The rest of her clothes were black too, with a knee-length skirt over dark tights and a fitted black jacket zipped up to her chin. He wondered what Lydia would have made of her. She had headphones in her ears and took them out as he approached.
“You’re late,” she said.
Caw pulled out his watch and checked. It was ten past ten. “Sorry,” he said. “There were a ton of police patrols about tonight. I had to come the long way.”
“You’re supposed to put that round your wrist, you know,” she said, pointing at the watch. “Anyway, what’s wrong with the police? You in trouble or something?”
Caw blushed. “It’s not that. I just …” he didn’t know how to finish.
“It’s fine,” she said quickly. “Actually, I wasn’t sure you’d come at all.” She blew into her hands, which were encased in fingerless gloves.
“I said I would. Ready to go?”
“Sure,” she said. “Where d’you take a girl for dinner round here?”
Caw tried not to blush even deeper, but from the heat rising behind his cheeks he knew he had failed miserably. Surely she wasn’t expecting a restaurant. “We’re just scavenging,” he said.
“And I was only joking,” she said. “Tell you what, you show me where to find a good meal, and I’ll work on your sense of humour radar.”
Caw grinned. He knew she was mocking him, but he didn’t mind. “Are you hungry?”
“Always,” said Selina.
“I know a good Chinese place,” said Caw. “They have a really nice table out back by the bins.”
Selina frowned.
“That was a joke too,” said Caw.
Selina clapped. “Oh, right! You’re learning. It sounds divine!”
They set off down the street. Out of habit, Caw stuck to the shadows where he could, but Selina didn’t look worried. She moved with a spring in her step, sometimes straying into the middle of the deserted roads or kicking cans along the street. While Caw’s head jerked at every sound the city made – a far-off dog barking, the revving of a motorbike engine – Selina didn’t even seem to notice them.
They soon reached an area littered with building machinery and cranes. It had been a forgotten construction site for as long as Caw could remember, probably abandoned in the aftermath of the Dark Summer. Caw took off his jacket and laid it over the barbed wire at the top of a fence.
“This is the quickest way into the city centre,” he said, hoisting himself to the top. Straddling the fence, he reached down to Selina.
He needn’t have bothered. “I’m fine, thanks,” she said, ignoring the hand and scampering up. She swung her body over the top, then dropped into a crouch on the other side. “So where did you say you lived again?” she asked.
Caw climbed down as well. “Er … I didn’t,” he said. “I move around.”
Caw didn’t want to keep secrets from her – but he still wasn’t ready to tell her about the church. And he was grateful that Selina didn’t push it. He remembered when he’d first met Lydia, and she’d bombarded him with questions.
“I used to live in a tree-house,” he said.
“No way!” she replied. “Where?”
“In the old park, north of here,” said Caw.
“That place is creepy!” said Selina.
“I kind of liked it.” Caw remembered the place fondly now, but in the winter it had sometimes got so cold there was frost on his blanket in the morning. “How are you with heights?” he asked. “The safest way is over the rooftops from here.”
Selina swatted an insect off her shoulder, looking up at the buildings ahead. “I’ll give it a try,” she said.
Caw went first, placing his feet and hands in the cracked mortar and climbing up to a broken first-floor window. This place had been a military barracks, Crumb had told him. Selina made it up easily. Caw was glad he hadn’t invited Lydia – she would have slowed them down. They crossed a long room littered with old papers, then climbed two sets of stairs to the roof fire escape. As they came through, the city spread out beyond.
“Oh, wow!” said Selina.
Caw saw the wonder in her face and felt a rush of pride. This was one of his favourite views as well. He set off at a light jog and Selina followed.
“There’s a jump coming up,” he said. “Not big, but follow my lead.”
He reached the edge of the building and launched himself over the two-metre gap. Then he turned to watch Selina, but she had already jumped, landing neatly beside him.
“You’re a natural,” he said, impressed.
“I take – I took – gymnastics at school,” she said, “before I ran away. It’s cool up here! It’s like being a bird, looking down on everything.”
Caw instinctively checked the sky, surprised that until then he hadn’t thought about his crows at all. He saw Shimmer and Screech sitting on an aerial about twenty metres to his left. Glum would be nearby too. They were keeping their distance.
They continued across the rooftops and Selina didn’t put a foot wrong. Gradually they penetrated closer to the heart of the city.
“So, do you miss school?” Caw asked.
“Er … sure,” said Selina. “Well, I miss my friends.”
“How long have you been away from home?”
He checked her expression to make sure he wasn’t being too nosey, but she looked fine.
“A couple of months,” she said. “I didn’t think I’d be gone this long, really. I just wanted to be on my own for a while at first, but then … well, I found I quite liked it.”
Caw paused at the edge of a building, peering into the road below. He came this way because most of the shops were boarded up and the streetlights were never switched on, but there were still cars about, and a few people.
“So how’ve you got by?” he said. “For food and stuff like that?”
“It’s been hard at times,” she replied. “I begged a bit in the city, did some things I shouldn’t.”
“What do you mean?” asked Caw, nervously.
“Oh, nothing too bad,” she said. “I learnt how to survive, that’s all.”
Caw was glad to let the subject drop. “We have to climb down here,” he said. “There’s a network of alleys that leads to the river – that’s where the restaurant is.” He pointed to a drainpipe. “You OK with that?”
Selina nodded. She touched his arm. “Wait, Caw – I want to ask you something.”
“Yes?”
She paused. “Tell me if it’s none of my business, but … you said that house was yours. Where are your parents?”
“Dead,” Caw replied. “A long time ago.”
“Oh,” said Selina. “I’m sorry.” Again, she didn’t pursue it.
“That’s all right,” said Caw, shrugging. “What about your folks? Why’d you run away?”
Selina’s mouth twisted a little. “My dad walked out before I was born,” she said. “Mum and I have never really got along. She’s got a really important job. Works ridiculous hours. Probably hasn’t even noticed I’m gone.” She smiled. Unconvincingly, Caw thought.
“Do you think you’ll ever go back?” he asked.
Selina lowered herself over the edge of the building, gripping the drainpipe in both hands.
“I don’t know,” she said.
She slid down quickly, and Caw followed.
Struggling to keep up? said Shimmer, tip-toeing along the parapet of the building.
“A bit,” Caw muttered, as he landed beside Selina.
