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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- SIX
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- 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
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- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FORTY-ONE
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- 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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‘Wendy’s an adult,’ John growled. ‘She made a bundle from her cut of the D’Anger deal. If she had a shred of decency, she wouldn’t have created a publicity masterplan. She’d have talked to me, so I could put a stop to the whole thing. Do you think she’d have let Sam risk prison?’
‘Come to the publisher with me and hear them out,’ Georgia said pleadingly. ‘I’d love to vanish into a black hole, or go back to who I was two years ago, but that’s not going to happen. There’s a chance for me to publish my story and make a lot of money. You and Mum are broke, and I want to pay you back.’
John leaned across the table and sounded serious. ‘First, we’re not broke. The equity in our house was more than your legal bills, and your mother and I will both get back on our feet. Second, you don’t owe me a penny. You’re my daughter – you get what you need.’
‘You’re fifty-six and you’re back living with your mum,’ Georgia pointed out.
‘I love having company,’ Nan interrupted. ‘You can stay as long as you like.’
Georgia looked at her dad. ‘Why not come to this meeting and listen?’
‘Because I have my own meeting,’ John said proudly.
‘What meeting?’
‘A job offer.’
Georgia’s face lit up. ‘Serious?’
‘You’ll hate it,’ John smirked. ‘It’s an evil American defence corporation. They like my drone impeller system.’
‘They want to make a fuel air weapon, I suppose?’ Georgia said, carefully keeping disapproval out of her voice.
John smiled. ‘You and your RAGS buddies gave the defence industry an excellent proof of concept. If I don’t do the job, someone else will. It’s a three-year consultancy contract, plus cash payment for my patents and the rights to use my impeller design. The offer’s been on the table for a couple of weeks, but I told them you were my priority until your court case was over.’
Georgia didn’t love that it was a defence company, but could live with anything that reduced the risk of her dad falling back into depression.
‘To evil corporations and their fat pay cheques!’ Georgia said, raising her mug of tea.
‘Cheers,’ John laughed as he chinked his orange juice. Then he cracked a huge smile. ‘I really missed having you around, Georgia.’
She looked down and smudged a tear forming in her right eye.
SIXTY-TWO
Julius wondered if he’d been reported missing. Even if he had, he doubted he was important enough for a manhunt, but with his old school less than three miles away, a seven-hour wait on Dormans station seemed risky. Luckily, it was a temperate April night and he knew where to go.