FINALIST in FOREWORD BOOK OF THE YEAR AWARDS, 2016 'Run, Rosie, run ' I cried, gasping for breath, as my daughter spun around and dashed towards the steps. From the perimeter fence behind us, strong, thin beams of light jerked wildly as black-coated figures climbed over and advanced at a steady run, spreading out like spiders on a web.' How can Emma and Matthew escape when the past is only one step behind them and the enemy unknown?...