Chapters (88)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
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He shoved Gabe, then scrambled over dead airbags towards the open rear door. Taiwo had made it out of the car. He’d caught a bullet or three in his torso, but not before fatally shooting both men who’d rushed to open the side doors.
Jimoh was sprawled across the front passenger seats, most likely dead. There was no sign of Kehinde or the guy who’d been at the front of the car. As Julius crawled out, he felt sure there would be more than three men involved in such an elaborately planned attack.
Maybe they’d run scared when gunshots came back out of the car, or maybe they were crouched around a corner, or behind the scaffold truck, ready to blast the instant they had a clear shot.
Terrified, Julius slid carefully along the rear seat until his head poked out, peering backwards and under the open door to see if anyone was around. He caught a vile smell coming from the front, where a bullet had ruptured Jimoh’s bowel.
The only obvious movement outside was a civilian car, whose driver was making a frantic three-point turn to escape. Julius saw that the two assailants who’d been shot by Taiwo wore police uniforms, but the clothes fitted poorly and a lack of radios, cuffs or other cop equipment made him sure they were fakes.
Julius sighted Taiwo’s Glock and picked it off the ground as he scrambled out. He’d not handled a gun in a year, but he’d been on an anti-kidnapping course and he remembered the basics.
After checking the clip and seeing four rounds, he made sure the safety was off and the barrel clear.
The street ahead was blocked by the car and the truck that had rammed them. Julius thought he could see movement on the far side. But deafness and poor sightlines meant it could be anything from concerned bystanders to Transport Union goons who wanted to finish him off.
Just before he ran, Julius remembered his little brother. Gabe had stopped fighting the sun roof and now squatted in the footwell, looking petrified. A bullet had blown a hole in the back of the driver’s seat and Julius remained astonished that nothing had hit him.
‘Come on, pal,’ Julius said.
Both boys had been deafened by the guns going off inside the car and Gabe didn’t respond until Julius tugged his school shirt.
‘I think all three guys are dead,’ Julius said as he yanked Gabe over the rear seat, then grabbed a spare ammunition clip from the armrest. ‘But there could be back-up. I know you’re scared, but we have to move.’
THIRTY-TWO
Julius’s hearing started coming back, but something was affecting his balance. Usually cocky and full of himself, Gabe had shocked eyes and a clammy skin as his older brother marched him down a narrow alleyway by his hand