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I even scare myself !” chirps Camilla.
    I’m still too petrified to speak.
    Uncle Alistair walks back in.
    “There you are: beans and sausages, the perfect after-school snack. It’s important to eat healthily,” he tells us, solemnly. “Have a seat.”
    I’m not going anywhere; my legs are still jelly. Alistair hands us each a tin cup with beans in it and a thin sausage sticking out, like a 99 ice-cream. And a glass of juice.
    Then he notices my ashen face.
    “What happened? Camilla ?” he says reproachfully.
    “He asked me to! We’re going to scare a bad, bad boy in his school!”
    Uncle Alistair turns to me. “Luca. Camilla can be a bit frightening.”
    “A bit, yes.” My voice is small and shaking.
    Valentina is happily tucking into her beans and sausage like nothing has happened. “You found a great place!” she tells Uncle Alistair, enthusiastically.
    “I did, didn’t I?” He beams.
    “What are all those?” She gestures to the piles of books all around Uncle Alistair’s computer. “Ikea catalogues?” We laugh.
    “Those, children, are for research,” says Uncle Alistair, ignoring our teasing. “I’m working on the Scottish section of the Paranormal Database . The Scottish Executive commissioned it. It records, you know, apparitions, hauntings… sightings of all sorts of supernatural creatures, past and present. Cryptocreatures is a personal favourite of mine. I love cryptozoology.”
    “I love cryptozoology TOO!” cries Valentina.
    “Well, like uncle, like niece!” She and Uncle Alistair look at each other fondly. “By the way, I don’t think your dad needs to know about the Paranormal Database …”
    We nod in agreement.
    “And your… your removals business?” I ask.
    “Oh yes. That. Well, it’s not really like I told your parents…”
    “We know.”
    “You know?”
    Camilla clears her throat conspicuously.
    “Oh, I see. Well, you were going to find out sooner or later. The Really Weird Removals Company. Yes. RWR, for short. We are the one-stop shop for safe removal and/or rescue of any supernatural creature, from the humble fairy to the mighty troll.” He sounds like an ad on TV.
    “Cool. When do we start?” says Valentina.
    I choke on my beans.
    “Sorry, it’s not stuff for children.” Uncle Alistair looks regretful.
    “Camilla does it.”
    “She’s dead already, so there’s not much that can happen to her at this stage.”
    Camilla nods emphatically.
    “We’d give you a hand, Uncle Alistair,” Valentina insists. “Seriously. You wouldn’t be sorry!”
    My uncle gets up and goes to the window, looking wistfully out at the pale blue sky.
    “I’d love for you to be part of it. But this is dangerous business. If something happened to you, I couldn’t forgive myself, and your mum and dad would never forgive me …”
    I can see his point.
    “Like Dad never forgave you about Granny and Papa?” Valentina pales, realising what she’s just said. “Sorry, Uncle Alistair, I didn’t mean…” she scrambles.
    He looks rather shaken.
    “It’s ok, Valentina. It’s ok. Yes, just like that. In fact, that’s why I’m back, you see? To try and sort it out. To get Duncan to forgive me at last…”
    There is a brief silence.
    But Valentina can’t stay quiet for long. “Forgive what? What happened to them? To Granny and Papa. Nobody ever told us.”
    Uncle Alistair shakes his head. “I will tell you. But not now. Not yet. As soon as I’ve found a way…” He busies himself with some books piled up on the coffee table. His hands are shaking. Poor Uncle Alistair.
    Valentina is not defeated yet. “ Please let us be part of RWR. We know what we’re doing.” I throw her a puzzled stare. Do we ?
    “You’ve got to count us in,” she continues. “We’re part of the deal. The whole Eilean deal, I mean. And we can See. We’re like you, Uncle Alistair!”
    He takes a deep breath.
    “The sausages are burning…”
    “We trust you. You’ll look after us. Keep us