Dead Man's Island "No!" said a voice behind me. l turned round and saw Mr Ross. He was standing in the doorway. He looked afraid don't believe you!' I said. I "You have to believe me!' I looked at the posters. "Who is that, if it's not you? "It's Jake Rosso. He was my brother.' "That's not true!' I shouted. "1 don't believe you. Listen Jake Rosso was my favourite singer I had hundreds o photos of him. I still have all his records. I loved him, do you understand? Thousands of people loved him." "He's dead," Mr Ross said quietly. No!' I shouted "You're Jake Rosso! You look different now, yes. You've got short hair, you've got a moustache now, and you wear glasses. But you're Jake Rosso. You were my favourite pop star, so I know Mr Ross said nothing, and watched my face "He doesn't know what to do,' I thought. "He knows I don't believe him, and he's afraid.' Then he said, "It was you in the passage last night, wasn't it?' 'Yes,' I answered He looked angry. "I was wrong to give your mother a job," he said. "I thought it was OK because you came from Hong Kong. And I needed help with my work. I needed a good secretary.'