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Deadly
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Amy and Eric are the perfect couple. Popular, good-looking, happy. But after they are seen quarreling at a party, Amy disappears and Eric is the number-one suspect. Amy wakes up alone in a windowless, all-white room. She has no idea how she got there, or who put her there. All she knows is that she has to get out. Eric wakes up to news of Amy's disappearance—and a visit from the police. All he knows is that he didn't do it, and that he has to find Amy.

As Amy tries to figure out a way to escape, she must also follow the instructions in a bizarre letter from her kidnapper. And as Eric tries to figure out where Amy is and who took her, he discovers that the past has a way of coming back and biting you in the butt.

Told in alternating voices—first Amy's, then Eric's— Deadly is a fast-paced story about love, hate, courage, tenacity, forgiveness—and the many uses of a toilet rod.
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Release dateApr 1, 2013
ISBN9781459803671
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Sarah N. Harvey

Sarah N. Harvey writes for both children and young adults. Some of her books have been translated into Korean, French, German and Slovenian. She lives in Victoria, British Columbia, where she works as a children's book editor. For more information, visit www.sarahnharvey.com.

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    Deadly - Sarah N. Harvey

    Deadly


    Sarah N. Harvey

    ORCA BOOK PUBLISHERS

    Copyright © 2013 Sarah N. Harvey

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.

    Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

    Harvey, Sarah N., 1950-

    Deadly [electronic resource] / Sarah Harvey.

    (Orca soundings)

    Electronic monograph.

    Issued also in print format.

    ISBN 978-1-4598-0366-4 (PDF) -- ISBN 978-1-4598-0367-1 (EPUB)

    I. Title. II. Series: Orca soundings (Online)

    PS8615.A764D41 2013          jC813’.6          C2012-907484-5

    First published in the United States, 2013

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2012952956

    Summary: Amy may be a sinner, but she's not a coward.

    Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.

    Cover photography by Getty Images

    In Canada:

    Orca Book Publishers

    PO Box 5626, Station B

    Victoria, BC Canada

    V8R 6S4

    In the United States:

    Orca Book Publishers

    PO Box 468

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    98240-0468

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    Contents

    Chapter One: Amy

    Chapter Two: Eric

    Chapter Three: Amy

    Chapter Four: Eric

    Chapter Five: Amy

    Chapter Six: Eric

    Chapter Seven: Amy

    Chapter Eight: Eric

    Chapter Nine: Amy

    Chapter Ten: Eric

    Chapter Eleven: Amy

    Chapter Twelve: Eric

    Chapter Thirteen: Amy

    Chapter Fourteen: Eric

    Chapter Fifteen: Amy

    Acknowledgments

    Chapter One

    Amy

    I wake up in a white room. Not my room, which is the color of a robin’s egg. Not Eric’s room, which is navy blue (his mom said no to black) and smells like teenage boy. You know— sweat and junk food and unwashed sheets and other nasty stuff. I don’t go there a lot. Eric says he likes my house better anyway. My mom often works late, the sheets are clean, there’s always food in the fridge, and my older sister, Beth, is cool. My name is Amy. Our mother named us after the two youngest sisters in Little Women. To say my mother is a bookworm is an understatement. At least I wasn’t named after the sister who dies.

    I squint around the white room and wonder if I am in a hospital. But it’s too quiet. I’ve been in the ER enough times in my sixteen years to know that it sounds like pain and smells like fear. All I hear in the white room is a faint hum. And the room smells like... nothing. No leftover cooking smells, no stale perfume, no wilting flowers. Nothing. I duck my head under the white duvet and inhale deeply. Familiar smells—cucumber body wash, lavender shampoo, a whiff of Mom’s rose-scented lotion. She’s a hugger. I think I can detect a hint of Eric’s deodorant. He’s a hugger too. I smile under the covers. Mom and Eric, both rubbing off on me. In totally different ways.

    Why am I smiling? I don’t know where I am, and I have a massive headache. I can’t be hung over. I don’t drink that much. Not anymore. Not since Beth’s accident.

    The bed I am lying in is very comfortable. If I wasn’t starting to feel kind of freaked out, I’d roll over and go back to sleep in my white cocoon. I’m so tired. I stick my head out from under the covers and look around again, trying to focus, but everything is a bit blurry. When I try to sit up, a wave of nausea knocks me down. I stare at the ceiling for a while. Maybe for a minute. Maybe for an hour. It’s hard to tell. My mouth is so dry. I turn my head and notice a bottle of water on a small table beside the bed. Very slowly, I reach out for it and prop myself up enough to drink. It takes all my strength to open the bottle. The first sip is so delicious. I tip the bottle back and chug as much as I can, as fast as I can. A lot of it goes down my chin and neck and onto my chest. I don’t care. Nothing has ever tasted this good. For a minute anyway.

    The nausea roars back, and I know I’m going to puke. I stand up and am almost flattened by a tsunami of dizziness. I steady myself against the white wall and feel my way along it until I reach a doorway. A doorway to what turns out to be a small white bathroom. I stagger over to the toilet and retch violently. When I am done, I pull some white towels off a rack, make a nest

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