My Sister’s Secret - Tracy Buchanan

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drawing of the world map, tiny illustrated trees dotted in different locations. At the top, in Faith’s pretty looped handwriting, was: ‘World Tour of Submerged Forests.’

      The three sisters bent over the map, hair trailing across it, dark, red and blonde. They traced their fingers over the trees then all peered up at one another.

      Charity smiled. ‘This is so cool, Faith.’

      Faith’s pretty face lit up. ‘Isn’t it? I can collect samples from the trees as we travel. I’ll be a marine biologist by then anyway.’ She looked at Hope. ‘And you can write poems about them.’ Hope nodded, grey eyes sparkling. ‘And Charity, you can—’

      ‘Sunbathe after each dive?’ Charity suggested.

      The three girls laughed.

      There was the sound of crunching pebbles. They all looked up to see their friend Niall approaching. The top half of his wetsuit was around his waist, exposing the tanned skin of his chest. His face was very tanned too, his blue eyes even more vivid as a result. He looked like he’d grown up in the weeks since they’d seen him last. Faith supposed he wasn’t the annoying little boy they’d first met on this beach four years before. He was fifteen, after all, nearly a man.

      She noticed Charity staring shyly at him, her cheeks flushing. Clearly Charity had noticed the change in Niall too. Hope on the other hand was oblivious, rolling her eyes as she always did when Niall appeared.

      ‘Come join us, Niall,’ Faith said, beckoning him over. ‘We’ve decided to do a world tour of submerged forests.’

      Niall crouched down and looked at the map. ‘There’s a submerged forest off Busby’s coast, apparently.’

      Hope looked at him cynically.

      ‘Seriously. A fisherman saw the branches of a tree during a storm.’

      ‘That’s hardly proof,’ Hope said.

      ‘But it’s something,’ Charity said, jumping up and shading her eyes as she looked out to sea. ‘I’d love to see it.’

      Niall smiled at Charity. She bit her lip, looking away. Hope shot her a warning glance, but Faith smiled. It was nice, watching the way they were together. Niall was a good kid, despite his troubled background. It wasn’t his fault his parents drank too much and lived on the grim estate at the other end of Busby, was it?

      He pulled a pencil from the small blue rucksack Faith always carried around with her and quickly drew a little tree over Busby-on-Sea on the map.

      ‘If we find it, it can be the first forest we visit,’ he said.

      ‘We?’ Hope replied.

      ‘Yeah, who else will teach you all to dive properly?’

      The three sisters looked out to sea, the waves crashing and receding before them. Then Niall picked Charity up, throwing her over his shoulder and running into the sea with her as Faith laughed.

      The happy memory dissipated. A tear slid down Faith’s cheek. She was so cold, so frightened. Her sisters would find her though. They’d see her bed was empty and they’d come looking for her. Then she’d tell them every little thing that had happened during the past few weeks and they’d figure it all out together, because that was what they always did.

      No more secrets, she thought to herself.

      She closed her eyes.

       Chapter One

      Willow

       In the middle of the Aegean Sea, Greece

       August 2016

      My friend Ajay reckons the Aegean Sea is named after Aegea, queen of the Amazons. My aunt Hope disagrees. She says it’s named after a famous sea goat.

      I know which one I prefer.

      In fact, I feel like I’m channelling a female warrior when I do dives like this, all swaddled up in my diving ‘armour’, ready to do battle with the sea and unearth its treasures. I feel it now as the dive boat we’re on bounces over the waves, the sea spreading out around us, the island of Rhodes just a shimmer of land behind us.

      ‘Nearly there,’ Ajay says, smiling at me. Without him, I’d have never got on to this wreck dive. I smile back, grateful.

      One of the other divers who’s with us – an Australian called Guy, all blond hair and muscles – paces the boat, frustrated. ‘I might just jump off this boat and swim there myself if it doesn’t get a move on.’

      The rest of the crew laugh.

      I haven’t worked with Guy before but I’ve worked with divers like him, all bravado and testosterone. I can guarantee that by tonight he’ll be telling me stories of all the times he’s nearly died diving wrecks. Usually that’s a sign of someone who puts their ego above competence.

      I throw Ajay a ‘where’d you find this one?’ look. He mouths back, ‘He’s good.’

       We’ll see.

      ‘You dived a cruise ship before?’ Guy asks me.

      ‘Not a cruise ship,’ I reply, standing on my tiptoes as I crane my neck to see any sign of the site.

      ‘Willow dived the Russian tanker with me,’ Ajay said.

      Guy looks me up and down. ‘Oh yeah? Pretty risky salvage dive. Big payout though, right?’

      ‘Not bad,’ I murmur.

      That was a good job. I was in between contracts in Brighton at the time, whittling away the money I’d accrued from my last gig on a North Sea oil rig. I’d seen the tanker on the news and wondered if the commercial diving company Ajay worked for would be hired to salvage it. It looked like a risky dive, lots of wielding and moving of heavy equipment…lots of opportunity for that equipment to tumble on top of the crew. When Ajay called asking if I was free to work on it, I hadn’t hesitated. It wasn’t just the job, it was Ajay too. We’d clicked straight away when he was my diving instructor. He’s one of the good guys – and he never once tried it on with me after a few too many beers.

      ‘This job will be risky too,’ Guy says, eyes lighting up. ‘Why’s it been allowed to stay under for twenty years, anyway?’

      ‘The cruise company went bust so couldn’t pay to salvage it,’ one of the other divers shouts over. ‘The Greek authorities couldn’t afford it either.’

      ‘I heard a mystery benefactor stepped in to pay,’ Ajay says.

      I look at him. ‘Really? You didn’t tell me that.’

      ‘Just found out this morning, Foivos told me,’ he says, gesturing to the old Greek guy captaining our ship.

      ‘How many casualties?’ Guy asks.

      ‘A hundred and eleven died,’ I say.

      ‘Rogue wave, right?’ Guy says. ‘Dived a ship in the Atlantic Ocean that was taken down by one of those. Must’ve been big news at the time.’

      ‘Very big news.’ I pick up my stabiliser jacket – or stab jacket, as we call them – checking it all over.

      ‘The rich dude who owned it died too, didn’t he?’ Guy continues. I give Ajay another look. This man talks too much. ‘Man, I can’t wait to get under.’

      Ajay shoots him a look. ‘Remember to keep the excitement in check. Safer that way.’

      ‘Yep, you won’t get much diving done when you’re dead,’ I say.

      ‘You didn’t tell me what a firecracker we have on our hands,’ Guy says to Ajay. ‘Was she this bad when you were training her?’

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