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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- 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
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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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- 2 NOT HARRY POTTER
‘I’m staying with my nan,’ Georgia said, then briefly paused to study her surroundings. ‘I’m at my dad’s workshop right now. I suppose you’d survive here for a couple of nights. There’s a bed and a toilet. There’s no shower or bath, but the electric’s on, so there’s hot water to wash down …’
‘Beggars can’t be choosers,’ Julius said brightly. ‘Will your dad mind?’
‘What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him,’ Georgia said. ‘And once you’ve set the prime minster on fire, everything else seems like small beer …’
Julius laughed. ‘I’ll eat, then grab stuff from the house. How far are you from London?’
‘It’s half an hour on the train from Euston, then ten minutes in a taxi. I’ll send directions, but I can’t wait around here for hours.’
‘Can I pick up the key at your house? Or nearby, if you don’t want your dad to see me.’
‘You could if there weren’t twenty journalists camped outside my house tracking my every move. It took my publicist half an hour to shake them all off this morning. I’ll have to hide the key … I’ll think about a good spot and let you know.’
‘You’re a lifesaver,’ Julius said cheerfully.
After hanging up, Georgia checked out front and saw a pair of hanging baskets ideal for hiding a key. She sent Julius instructions while it was all fresh in her mind, after which she froze in place, wondering if she’d done something stupid.
Why risk upsetting Dad when he’s been so brilliant about everything?
Didn’t you learn your lesson blindly following Zac?
You don’t know Julius that well. What if he doesn’t leave after a couple of days like he’s promised?
Georgia fretted as she found a roll of bin liners under the sink and started picking things out. She’d never owned a ton of clothes and a lot of the stuff was old, small, or school uniform. Georgia realised she’d have been better off asking Wendy to drop her outside Zara at the Pegasus Centre.
It was a fifteen-minute walk from the workshop. She’d have called a cab if she’d suspected rain, but was halfway to her nan’s by the time the sky turned ominous.
Georgia quickened her pace, but was still minutes from home when thunder clapped and huge drops started blasting the pavement. She’d gone out in the flower-print dress and lightweight linen jacket, assuming she’d be going everywhere by car. With a big bag of clothes in each hand, she couldn’t move faster than a jog, or even wipe the rain streaming down her brow.