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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‘You’re embarrassing our guest,’ Matt’s mum said firmly. ‘Pack it in, both of you.’
Miles piped up a couple of seconds later. ‘I’m a financial consultant,’ he told Julius, taking a business card out of a leather pouch and sliding it across the dining table. ‘I’ve handled money for many Nigerian clients. So, if there’s ever anything you or your family need …’
Matt pointed at his dad and grinned. ‘Just don’t google him, or you’ll see how my dad got fined for setting up dodgy tax shelters for Premier League players.’
Julius laughed as he took the card. ‘You never know, sir,’ he told Miles Taylor ACCA – Founder and Senior Partner.
Abi stared down at her plate and shook her head. ‘Daddy, could you be any tackier?’
‘Business is all about connections,’ Miles said, eyeing his daughter fiercely. ‘I didn’t see you complaining it was tacky when you opened a stack of presents this morning. Or when you spent Easter heli-skiing in Canada …’
Matt’s mum groaned. ‘Can this family eat one meal in peace? It’s Abi’s birthday, Miles. Give her a break …’
‘It’s past seven already,’ Matt said. ‘OK if Julius sleeps over?’
The parents looked at each other, then shrugged and smiled.
‘If it’s OK with Julius’s family,’ Matt’s mum said.
‘We could chill and play Xbox till whenever, without you having to get back,’ Matt explained.
Julius suspected Matt had raised the sleepover to stop his family plunging into an argument, but agreed eagerly because it meant less time alone at the Chelsea house.
FORTY-SEVEN
They thought they’d planned everything.
Kamila had just called to say the prime minister’s motorcade had entered the Banque Générale site. Georgia, Zac and Gerard were in a ninth-floor room of City Lodge, a three-star hotel with a hospital vibe, and no buildings to weaken a drone’s signal between the east facade and the target.
‘I thought you asked if the window opened,’ Zac roared incredulously.
‘I asked when I booked,’ Gerard growled back. ‘I said I had asthma and liked fresh air.’
‘But you didn’t check last night, when you arrived?’
Gerard and Zac were very different people, but the same in one important respect: they both liked being in charge. While they did their alpha-male thing, Georgia focused on the problem.
The window did open. She’d even tested it when she’d checked in the night before. But when they’d tried to open it wide enough to let the drone out, the sliding glass pane thumped into a rubber bung.
As Georgia examined a box of drone spares on the bed, Gerard grabbed a wheeled office chair and flung it at the glass.
‘Don’t be an ass!’ Zac shouted as the chair bounced off the glass with a plasticky boom. ‘We need something sharp. Like those emergency hammers they have by train windows.’