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Roll Call (Traces Series #3)
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Roll Call (Traces Series #3)

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by Malcolm Rose

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Luke Harding's third thrilling case involves a series of mysterious murders in which the victims seem to have only one thing in common -- the same name, Emily Wonder. In the bitter cold of winter, the teenage forensic investigator and his robotic assistant, Malc, investigate the three crime scenes and struggle to identify the murder weapons used, as no traces have


Luke Harding's third thrilling case involves a series of mysterious murders in which the victims seem to have only one thing in common -- the same name, Emily Wonder. In the bitter cold of winter, the teenage forensic investigator and his robotic assistant, Malc, investigate the three crime scenes and struggle to identify the murder weapons used, as no traces have been left behind. When a young homeless girl named Emily Wonder is reported missing, Luke and Malc rush back to the slums of London to try to save her from the murderer-and from a giant tidal wave that threatens to destroy the city.

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Crisscrossing an English landscape of the future, forensic investigator Luke Harding works to solve a string of murders. Luke is the youngest Birmingham School of Forensic Investigation graduate, at 16, and faces challenges from his superiors and the general public during his investigation. He is assisted by Malc, a robotic Mobile Aid to Law and Crime. Together they analyze physical evidence, search public records, and keep notes. As Luke and Malc conduct their inquiry, a tsunami threatens London and the lives of all involved. Quick pacing makes Roll Call a page-turner; it also blurs the finer details of this futuristic setting. While descriptions of the forensic evidence are detailed and interesting, many questions about the societal structure and technical descriptions of the tools and machines of this new age are vague. The partnership between Luke (the maverick) and Malc (the rigidly logical machine) provides comic relief, but lacks the synergy of similar robot/boy pairings. Those interested in this theme may find Jeff and his mixed-up robot, Norby, of the Norby Chronicles by Janet and Isaac Asimov to be a richer and more nuanced read. The combination of forensic investigation and futuristic genres is a promising mixture for this series, although not fully realized in this volume. KLIATT Codes: J—Recommended for junior high school students. 2005, Houghton Mifflin, Kingfisher, 213p., Ages 12 to 15.
—Ernie Cox\
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“The combination of forensic investigation and futuristic genres is a promising mixture for this series...” —KLIATT

Product Details

Publication date:
Traces Series , #3
Edition description:
Product dimensions:
5.63(w) x 7.13(h) x 0.72(d)
Age Range:
10 - 13 Years

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Chapter One

Emily Wonder's eyes did not narrow when the dazzling sunshine fell across her face. Her numbed eyelids did not snap shut to protect her from the blinding light. Lying across the sofa, she was helpless against the unbearable burning pain in her eyes. Tears and sweat rolled down her cheeks into the soft cushion. She was not tied to the sofa, but she was completely unable to shift her position. However much she tried, she could not move an arm, a leg, her head, or any other part of her body. She could not even blink an eyelid. She just lay there in her apartment, tethered by invisible bonds as if immobilized by an overwhelming weight, and waited to die.

It had been a good day until, feeling faint, she'd laid down on the sofa after lunch and become limp within minutes. First she'd felt a prickling sensation around her mouth. The tingling had spread pleasantly throughout her body,

bringing a feeling of lazy warmth. But then came the shivering, the agonizing pins and needles in her fingertips, tongue, and nose, and the waves of nausea as her ailing nervous system shut down.

Her mind remained agonizingly clear though, as she realized that she was not suffering merely from heat exhaustion.

• • •

In this extraordinarily hot summer the weather was striving to turn the country into a desert. Reservoirs were running dry, and rivers were reduced to sad trickles. On the day of Emily's death Dundee sweltered. The ski center's exhausted air-conditioning system took its last breath and broke down. The indoor slope defrosted immediately, and the snow melted away. The Music

Hall, Caird Theater, and McManus Art Gallery were packed with people seeking leisure and an escape from the heat.

Along Riverside Walkway the Tarmac was sticky underfoot. In the morning

Emily hesitated as she strolled past the beautifully preserved sailing ships moored in the docks. For a few minutes she gazed at cabs speeding over the wide estuary on the impressive Tay Bridge. The iron railings divided the sunlight so that the cabs seemed to move under strobe lighting. It made their crossing appear jerky rather than smooth.

Just as she was about to continue her walk, an older woman bumped into her and muttered, "Oops. Sorry."

Emily shrugged. "That's okay." Even wearing sunglasses, she had to squint in the sunlight to get a good look at the person who had nudged her. But the woman had pulled a wide-brimmed hat down protectively over her eyes. Half of her face was in shadow. Emily watched her walk slowly away. She was dressed in a short skirt and flimsy floral shirt. With every step she placed one foot deliberately right in front of the other, giving her the flamboyant air of a fashion model.

Continuing along Riverside Walk, Emily visited Dundee Animal Sanctuary.

There the vets were making garlic ice cream for the animals to keep them cool.

For the first time the amphibian house did not need power to maintain its tropical conditions. The yellow-splashed Californian newts and harlequin frogs were lapping up the sunshine. The aquarium and sea life tanks had to be cooled to keep the water hospitable for the puffer fish, the tiny blue-ringed octopus, the garish angelfish, and the xanthid crabs.

Emily had lunch in the conservation park's restaurant. When she presented her identity card, the attendant asked a question that Emily had endured one hundred times.

"Are you the Emily Wonder?"

Shaking her head and smiling, Emily pulled down her sunglasses and gave her usual response. "If I started to sing, you'd know right away I'm not. I

share a name with her, not a voice."


Eager to end the stale conversation, Emily made a detour to the bathroom and then returned to tuck into the fish and salad.

Afterward, thinking that the heat was taking its toll on her, she got up to go straight home. Just as she got to the door though, someone called her name.

She turned to see a man dashing up to her.

He was shorter than Emily, but older. He had a big, bushy beard, and despite being indoors he was wearing a cap. Under its peak his eyes were intense.

His left arm was encased in a cast and hooked across his chest.

She had never seen him before in her life. Startled, Emily stepped back, and her bare arm touched one of the cacti on a shelf behind her. The plant's sharp spines pierced her skin. "Ouch!"

The man glanced at the large, flat cactus with clumps of brown spines and then looked into Emily's face. "You're all right. Just a sting. It's not poisonous."

Rubbing the spot where the prickles had scratched her, she said, "What do you want? How do you know my name?"

The strange man held out her identity card in his right palm. "You left it on the table."

"Oh. Silly me. Thank you," she replied, taking it from him. Feeling light-

headed, she opened the door and headed toward her apartment.

The sun executed an arc high in the clear sky, and the vertical blinds in

Emily's window chopped the harsh light into bands of shade and brilliance,

turning her living room into a cage with dark bars that drifted throughout the afternoon. Emily could have counted the hours by the alternate periods of welcome shade and tortuous glare on her inert face. So much perspiration cascaded from her body that she felt as if she'd just walked through a rainstorm. Her muscles were paralyzed, but her brain was fully aware that she was about to die from inevitable heart failure or suffocation. Robbed of speech and motion, there was nothing that she could do about it. She was defenseless against the unknown and unseen poison that had penetrated every part of her body except for her mind. Cruelly, the chemical could not cross into her brain, so she remained perfectly conscious.

For seven hours Emily experienced her young life slipping slowly away. For seven hours she was a zombie—alive and awake but, to all intents and purposes, lifeless.

She was aware of time passing and the pain of her organs failing one by one,

but she was not aware that she had been murdered.

The forensic investigator assigned to Emily's death did not realize that she had been murdered either. A thorough examination of her body did not reveal any evidence of a crime. Even the pathologist who performed the autopsy did not find the true cause of death. The toxicity tests on her blood were negative. The microscopic puncture wounds and inflammation on her left forearm were trivial, caused by the tiny spines of a prickly pear cactus,

Opuntia vulgaris. All of her internal organs had been healthy when they had suddenly ceased functioning. The pathologist put her death down to heart failure as a result of unknown natural causes.

Without a trace of unlawful killing, The Authorities closed the case.

Meet the Author

Malcolm Rose is the author of more than twenty-five novels for young adults. A former professor of chemistry, he is a well-known crime and thriller writer. Rose has won many awards over the years, including the Angus Book Award for Tunnel Vision and the Lancashire Book of the Year Award for Plague. His first book in the Traces series, Framed!, was selected as a 2006 Best International Book by the International Reading Association.

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Roll Call (Traces Series #3) 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book, the third, is one of the best books in the traces series. Young investigater has to solve the case of three murderers that all happen to be the name of Emily Wonder. Read this book for a awesome adventure!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
i loved this book as a 7th grade student, my parents read it too and loved it. i would definally recommend this book to all ages.