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DJ jets across the Atlantic to England to follow a series of obscure clues and symbols he hopes will reveal the truth about his grandfather. In London, he stays with Doris, the elderly woman he climbed Mount Kilimanjaro with. Laid up with a broken ankle, Doris has her grandchild, Charlie, offer assistance. Charlie, short for Charlotte, is a beautiful model who is romantically (and secretly) linked to a member of the British Royal Family. Spies, guns, double agents, the Cambridge Five and a vintage E-Type Jag are a few of the things DJ and Charlie encounter on an adventure that makes climbing Kilimanjaro look like a walk in the park.
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Copyright ©2014Eric Walters
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Walters, Eric,1957, author Sleeper / Eric Walters. (The seven sequels)
Issued in print and electronic formats. isbn 9781459805439 (pbk.).isbn 9781459805446 (pdf). isbn 9781459805453 (epub)
 I. Title. ps8595.a598s56 2014jc813’.54 c20149015399  c20149015402
First published in the United States,2014 Library of Congress Control Number:2014935382
Summary:Fast cars and a gorgeous girl await DJ in England, where he tries to unearth the truth about his grandfather’s role as a spy—or a traitor.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
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For John, Norah, Richard, Shane, Sigmund and Ted— it’s been such a joy sharing this ride with all of you!
to sEE all of thE cousins’ travEls chEck out this onlinE map.
too sEE hoW all of thE cousins arE connEctEd, chEck out this family trEE.
dEcEmbEr26 There were flashing lights ahead. I pumped the brakes and was relieved when the car responded, slowing down instead of fishtailing on the snow covered road. I eased over into the empty oncoming lane to go wide around the police car on the side of the road. A police officer was out of his car, helping some people whose vehicle was in the ditch. That was the eighteenth car we’d seen that had gone off the road, along with two transport trucks and a snow plow. I’d never seen a snowplow skid out, which said a lot about the driving conditions.
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I couldn’t help but look over at the accident as we went by. The car’s occupants, an older couple, seemed to be fine, although there was no way they were getting their car out of the ditch without a tow truck. At least it had been cushioned by the snow bank, which had stopped them from going too far off the road. “They’re okay,” I said. My cousin Spencer looked up from his handheld device. “Who?” “I said they’re okay. They weren’t injured.” “Who?” I almost laughed, but stopped myself. Between the glasses and his response—“who, who”—he did look more than a little like an owl. “There was another car in the ditch,” I explained. He craned his neck to look behind us. “I didn’t notice…sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. Keep working.” “Okay, thanks.” He turned back to his tablet. Spencer was sitting in the passenger seat beside me, but he had been somewhere else most of the trip. He was in firstyear film school and was doing some editing on a project for one of his classes.
He’d occasionally mutter something, but for the most part he was totally absorbed in what he was doing.He had said he wanted us all to see it when it was done. I got the feeling that if we did go off the road and were upside down in the ditch, hanging from our seat belts, he would hardly notice. And when he did notice, he would want to make a movie about it. Grandpa had always said,Follow your passions.He would have been proud of Spencer. Grandpa had been on my mind a lot the last few days. Not that he was ever that far away from my thoughts, but going to his cottage brought back so many memories. He had been gone for over six months, but somehow I expected that when we got there, he’d be waiting on the porch, the cottage warm, a big fire going, the snow shoveled, hot chocolate waiting and stories to share. “Are we almost there?” I startled a bit at the voice coming from right behind me. Spencer’s younger brother, Bunny,had been asleep so long I’d forgotten he was there. “Yup, it’s the next turnoff.” “Good.” “It’s been a long drive,” I said.
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“It’s beautiful up here. All the snow and the openness.” “It is beautiful, for sure.” “And open. I like open. There is no open in jail.” Bunny—Bernard was his real name—had just been temporarily released from juvie. He was one of the last people I would have expected to end up in jail to begin with, and definitelythelast person I expected to survive it. I guess I’d seen too many movies about prison. But the way he described it made it sound more like extended summer camp than jail. That didn’t mean it was that way—that was just how he saw it. My cousins Spencer and Bunny were a little… different. The three of us and my brother Steve had all gone to the same high school, and more than once I’d had to step in when somebody was picking on Bunny or ragging on Spencer. Spencer saw the world from a unique perspective, but Bunny was simply odd. Nice but odd. Veryodd. There was no other way to describe him. He hardly ever seemed to have much more than a vague understanding of what was happening around him. I guess that might be an advantage in juvie. And now, even if he had been
awake for the entire drive, the conditions wouldn’t have worried him. Worrying was more my job. The turnoff appeared just ahead, and I slowed us down to practically nothing and made the turn. The tires grabbed the gravel underneath the crust of beatendown snow. The road had been plowed,but there was still a dusting of freshly fallen snow on top. We’d have clear sailing through the last section. “I’m glad we came up here,” Bunny said. “So am I. Grandpa would have liked it.” We were coming up to spend a week at the place Grandpa had loved the most. Five of the six of us… no, five of thesevengrandsons were coming up. I felt bad about not including Rennie in the original count, but it had only been since Grandpa’s death that we had even known we had another cousin. Rennie wasn’t going to be with us at the cottage, since he was on vacation in South America with his father, and my brother Steve wasn’t here either. His choice. I glanced at my watch. From Steve’s text I knew he was already on the train, headed for Seville. He had touched down in Spain two days ago and had been given an enthusiastic greeting from Laia, the girl he’d met in the summer. So there he was, with no snow, lots of