The Breach
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Em stares at her husband. ‘What? How can you go there—’
‘I mean… he was always a bit off. Wasn’t he?’
Em shakes her head furiously, welling up. She looks over one shoulder. ‘Dragon? Dragon! Come on. We’re getting out of here.’ And the dog pelts into the room and puts his front paws on Em’s knees.
‘Don’t wake the girls yet,’ she hisses at Ted. ‘And wash your hands. It’s the card that stinks. It’s that fucking card.’
* * *
In the back garden, towards the hardy scrub of the beach, the shale and sand, the swell. None of the neighbours are up yet, though there’s an old tent and the smouldering remains of a fire some distance around the bay.
Dissatisfied, livid with the run of things, at Ted’s indifference, Em walks for a while along the beach fringe, holding Graham’s postcard by the corner so it flaps noisily in the wind. She remembers the nights she’d bunked down with Dolly, reassuring her that Marigold and the fairies weren’t coming back, that they weren’t watching the house from the woods. All those long, long hours staring at the plastic stars covering the ceiling in Dolly’s room.
Dragon gallops ahead, chicaning in and out of the foam. It’s about degrees of plausibility, Em supposes. The greenhouse, the girls’ obsessions. The visits from the ufologists. Those damn trespassers in the bunker. But the question lingers. If they weren’t fairies, then what had the girls seen that day? Or what, at least, was Graham’s postcard driving at?
You watch, it said.
Em squats in the sand, steadies herself with one hand. A pull in her gut, like an old pregnancy pain, and the faint sound of tinkling on the water. She looks out to sea, back to the house. Maybe some ghosts can travel with you.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Certain aspects of the Vaughan family’s space elevator plans were inspired by Sir Arthur C. Clarke’s 1979 novel The Fountains of Paradise. Some of Shep’s past urbex missions, as well as Stephen and Alba’s forum profiles, were inspired by posts on 28dayslater.co.uk.
This project owes almost everything to my brother Alex, whose steeplejacking stories and photos got me started (and whose technical advice I mostly ignored).
Endless thanks to those who read drafts and shoved me along: Anne, Chris, Ed, James, Jayne, Mark, Mike, Nina, Penny and Steph.
Huge thanks also to my agent Sam Copeland, editor Gary Budden and everyone at Titan Books, especially George Sandison, Tash Qureshi, Dan Coxon, Lydia Gittins and Polly Grice. Extra special thanks to Julia Lloyd for the beautiful cover art.
All my love to Suze, Albie and Felix.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
M.T. Hill grew up in Tameside, Greater Manchester, and now lives on the edge of the Peak District with his wife and sons. He is the author of Zero Bomb, The Folded Man, and 2016 Philip K. Dick Award nominee Graft.
Find him on Twitter @matthewhill
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Table of Contents
Cover
Contents
Praise for Zero Bomb
By M.T. Hill and Available From Titan Books
Title Page
Review
Copyright
Dedication
A Fire in the North The Landowner
Part I: Look, Don’t Touch The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
Sunday Rites The Landowner
Part II: Vertex Island The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
The Steeplejack
The Journalist
Home by the Sea The Landowner
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also Available from Titan Books
Guide
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