Chapters (88)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
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- THREE
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- 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
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- THIRTY-THREE
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- THIRTY-FIVE
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- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FIFTY
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- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
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- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
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‘That sucks. Toblerone?’
Julius fancied a bite of chocolate, but Alex’s chewed scabby nails put him off.
‘Is there a way to bust out of here?’ he asked.
‘Doing a runner?’ Alex smirked.
‘I have things I need to look into before I leave the country,’ Julius explained. ‘My school is funding this place for three more days, but they’re also about to notify the immigration authorities. Immigration are supposed to give you fourteen days to stick around, but one of my cousins got rounded up right after his graduation ceremony.’
‘How come?’ Alex asked.
‘Immigration can detain you if they suspect you’re going to disappear,’ Julius explained. ‘I have no idea how likely that is, but I don’t intend to stick around and find out.’
‘You can’t walk out the front door,’ Alex said, ‘but this is no prison. When I was first here, this guy, Prakash, jumped off the smoking patio, smashed his girlfriend in her car and strode back through the main door like nothing had happened.’
‘Really,’ Julius said.
‘Don’t get too cocky,’ Alex said. ‘In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the arse end of nowhere and you don’t have a car waiting.’
‘My old school’s about three miles from here. They used to torture us with these bloody awful night hikes. I never thought they’d prove useful, but I almost know my way cross-country to Dormans station from here.’
‘So, both my pals abandon me on the same day?’ Alex said grumpily.
‘Money’s the snag,’ Julius said. ‘Without my wallet, I don’t even have train fare.’
‘I’d lend you, but my dad only brings ciggies and chocolates. He knows I’d use money to buy booze and get trashed. You could rob Henry’s room. He’s always in the rec room and the au pair just brought a new iPad Pro.’
‘Hopefully I can get money at my family’s house in Chelsea,’ Julius explained. ‘I need short-term cash, not an iPad.’
Julius looked behind as the TV showed a live shot of Georgia getting out of her dad’s Ford. She jogged up the driveway of a house, followed by a cloud of shouting media.
‘Georgia, can you stop for a welcome-home photo?’
‘Georgia, when will you be going back to school?’
‘Georgia, now the court case is over, will you issue an apology to your victims?’
SIXTY
Julius’s escape window was between the sun dropping at eight thirty and nine, when staff locked the doors onto the smokers’ patio. Alex checked the hallway was clear, but there was no way up to the first floor without passing the nurses’ station, so Julius hid a small backpack in a laundry basket and carried it with his sweaty running gear balled on top.