Skeleton Key by Anthony Horowitz

its own routine and Alex had been surprised how quickly he had fallen in with theirs, joining them on long walks along the cliffs, helping with the shopping and the cooking, or simply sharing the silence—reading and watching the sea.
    Why couldn‟t he have had a family like this? Alex felt an old, familiar sadness creep up on him.
    His parents had died before he was even a few weeks old. The uncle who had brought him up and who had taught him so much had still been, in many ways, a stranger to him. He had no brothers or sisters. Sometimes he felt as isolated as the plane he had seen from the veranda, making its long journey across the night sky, unnoticed and alone.
    Alex pulled the pillows up around his head, annoyed with himself. He had friends. He enjoyed his life. He‟d managed to catch up with his work at school and he was having a great holiday.
    And with a bit of luck, with the Wimbledon business behind him, MI6 would leave him alone.
    So why was he letting himself slip into this mood?
    The door opened. Somebody had come into his room. It was Sabina. She was leaning over him.
    He felt her hair fall against his cheek and smelled her faint perfume; flowers and white musk.
    Her lips brushed gently against his.
    “You‟re much cuter than James Bond,” she said.
    And then she was gone. The door closed behind her.
    Five-fifteen the next morning.
    If this had been a schoolday, Alex wouldn‟t have woken up for another two hours, and even then he would have dragged himself out of bed unwillingly. But this morning he had been awake in an instant. He had felt the energy and tension coursing through him. And walking down to Fistral Beach with the dawn light pink in the sky, he could feel it still. The sea was calling to him, daring him to come in. “Look at the waves!” Sabina said. “They‟re big,” Alex muttered.
    “They‟re huge. This is amazing!” It was true. Alex had been surfing twice before—once in Norfolk, once with his uncle in California—but he had never seen anything like this. There was no wind. The local radio station had warned of deep water squalls and an exceptionally high tide.
    Together these had produced waves that took his breath away. They were at least ten feet high, rolling slowly inland as if they carried the weight of the whole ocean on their shoulders. The crash as they broke was huge, terrifying. Alex could feel his heart pounding. He looked at the moving walls of water, the dark blue, the foaming white. Was he really going to ride one of these monsters on a flimsy board made of nothing more than a strip of fibreglass? Sabina had seen him hesitate. “What d‟you think?” she asked.
    “I don‟t know…” Alex replied and realized he was shouting to make himself heard above the roar of the waves.
    “The sea‟s too strong!” Sabina was a good surfer. The morning before, Alex had watched her skilfully manoeuvring some nasty reefbreaks close to the shore. But now she looked uncertain.
    “Maybe we should go back to bed!” she yelled.
    Alex took in the whole scene. There were another half-dozen surfers on the beach and, in the far distance, a man steadying a jet ski in the shallow water. He knew that he and Sabina would be the youngest people there. Like her, he was wearing a three millimetre neoprene wetsuit and boots which would protect him from the cold. So why was he shivering? Alex didn‟t have his own board but had rented an Ocean Magic thruster. Sabina‟s was a wider, thicker board, going for stability rather than speed, but Alex preferred the thruster for its grip and the feeling of control provided by its three fins. He was glad also that he had chosen an eight-foot-four. If he was going to catch waves as big as these, he was going to need the extra length. If…
    Alex wasn‟t sure he was going into the water. The waves looked about twice as tall as him and he knew that if he made a mistake he could all too easily get killed. Sabina‟s parents had forbidden her to go