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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On the other hand, he was super smart and crazy enough to do anything …
‘I don’t know what happened,’ Gerard shouted, close to begging as he backed away from Zac and the laptop. ‘The thinned paint was flammable …’
Zac seemed angry beyond reason. ‘You had no right,’ he shouted.
Georgia knew Zac had thumped the guy in the pub the day after Sophie died and he’d had the written warning for shouting abuse at his boss. But Georgia had never seen Zac lose his cool and it frightened her.
‘Guys, we need to get out of here as planned,’ Georgia begged.
Wendy called again. Georgia answered and Wendy started to babble. ‘I’ve been getting the live video feeds. What happened?’
‘Nobody knows,’ Georgia yelled into her phone. ‘Can’t talk, gotta get out of here.’
Georgia didn’t hear what Gerard said next, but Zac didn’t like it. The laptop crashed off the desk as Zac grabbed Gerard’s shirt and thumped him against the wall. A lamp clattered off a bedside table as Gerard slid down the wall. Then Zac pulled Gerard up and slugged him in the gut.
‘Stop it,’ Georgia pleaded, trying to grab Zac’s arm to stop him punching again.
‘It’s paint, paint, paint!’ Gerard shouted childishly as he tried scrambling away across the bed.
‘Zac, get a grip!’ Georgia pleaded.
Zac punched Gerard again. Gerard was badly winded as he tried to escape over the bed. Zac grabbed his ankles and dragged Gerard back. They were both big guys, but Gerard was pudgy while Zac had muscle.
Facing a stronger opponent who seemed determined to seriously hurt him, Gerard grabbed a set of needle-nosed pliers from the toolkit and lunged at Zac’s stomach. Zac defended himself, but the cost was a howl of pain and a bloody gouge up the back of his hand.
The phone beside the bed started ringing.
Gerard lunged again with the pliers and this time they bedded in Zac’s thigh. Zac spasmed in pain, then pushed his knee down on Gerard’s throat. As Gerard choked, Zac ripped the pliers out of his thigh, then plunged them into Gerard’s right eye.
Georgia dry-heaved as blood sprayed the duvet.
‘I’m going to prison because of you,’ Zac roared.
It was horror-movie stuff, as Gerard thrashed about with pliers sticking out of his eye and Zac’s jeans sopping with blood.
Georgia nearly vomited, grabbing her coat, instinctively feeling pockets for phone and house keys.
‘Georgia, wait,’ Zac shouted, as she opened the door into the hallway.
But she didn’t.
FORTY-EIGHT
Julius’s vision blurred. His uncle’s third wife’s mother leaned over, wearing a Hermès neckerchief over skin cracked like an overdone sponge cake.
‘Lying on this floor in such mess!’ she yowled. ‘Get those lanky legs off the floor at once.’