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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‘Can’t afford it,’ Georgia explained. ‘If the judge swallows the psychiatrist report, I’ll live at home and travel back here a couple of times a week to see my therapist or do group work in the aftercare unit.
‘But if the cards don’t fall my way, this time tomorrow my life will basically be over …’
FIFTY-SEVEN
Tears streaked Alex’s face as she wheeled one of Georgia’s bags out to the waiting Ford. The two girls hugged as Julius came out with Georgia’s main bag and shook hands with John.
‘I’ve only known you a few days, but you’ve made being here a lot nicer,’ Julius told Georgia. ‘I’ll miss you in group.’
‘I hope your crap gets sorted,’ Georgia said. ‘Hopefully we’ll catch up somewhere down the line …’
‘Visit Akure any time,’ Julius joked. ‘It’s a delight.’
Alex held up crossed fingers. ‘Twenty quid says you’ll be sleeping in your own bed tonight.’
Georgia smiled as she opened the car door. ‘Any time you see Henry leaning over, feel free to kick him in the nuts for me. And there’s a big Toblerone on my bed – you two can race for it!’
Alex and Julius looked sad as John Pack drove his daughter down the Freeman Unit’s driveway.
By lunchtime, Georgia had become a different person. Instead of sitting across the table eating egg salad, she was on the wall-mounted TV. At least her name was, as the news channel showed a helicopter shot of a crowd swamping the perimeter of Woolwich Crown Court and a big title: BANK SEVEN – SENTENCED TODAY.
Julius was scoffing a pot of chocolate mousse when he got surprised by Mr Apple from school. The giant PE teacher had swapped his usual trackies for jacket and chinos. One of the therapy assistants guided him between cafeteria tables.
‘Hello, sir,’ Julius said, awkwardly aware that the last time he’d seen Mr Apple, he’d been throwing punches and flipping out like a loon.
‘You look calmer,’ Mr Apple said. ‘I’d like to talk in private, if that’s possible.’
‘I can leave,’ Alex said, standing up. ‘Group starts in ten and I need a dump.’
Mr Apple took a seat as Alex headed off in her holed New Balance and rarely washed Newcastle shirt.
‘I’ll take these out of your way and leave you to it,’ the assistant told Mr Apple as she grabbed two lunch trays and backed off. ‘Help yourself to tea or coffee.’
‘How’s Rob?’ Julius asked, once the nurse was out of earshot.
‘Not fantastic,’ Mr Apple said, sighing. ‘Our star striker has a broken nose, obviously. Black eyes, concussion. His parents wanted the police involved, but they backed off when we told them you were here.’
Julius tried to find words, but just shook his head and felt ashamed.