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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It was a Saturday, so the streets were dead. The sports ground was muddier than she’d expected. Seeing her old house was sad, with strange cars on the drive and a play fort out back, but St Jude’s primary had barely changed. The Old Bulldog pub was being converted into flats and she was tempted to spring an early visit on Maya when she reached the edge of the Isaac Newton Estate.
But Maya hadn’t visited the Freeman Unit, sent two-word replies to messages and her social media was full of pictures with a new boyfriend from her new school. So Georgia ran on. And while she’d taken a circuitous route, she’d subconsciously known where she’d been going all along.
‘You awake?’ Georgia asked, peering through the letter box and rapping on the metal shutter.
She was about to rattle again when Julius opened the side door, wearing socks, shorts and a back-to-front tee.
‘It’s early,’ he noted, rubbing his eyes as Georgia stepped in and peeled off muddy Nikes. ‘How’s it going?’
SIXTY-SIX
Julius had only arrived the previous evening and Georgia was impressed by the mess he’d made in such a short time.
He’d dragged John’s double mattress from amidst the stacked furniture and it laid on the floor. There were clothes and pizza boxes scattered around. More intriguingly, Julius had spread papers over a draughtsman’s table and drawn a diagram with arrows and weird names on the whiteboard that spanned one wall.
‘This is mysterious,’ Georgia noted as she eyed bank statements, sets of company accounts and a stack of unused chequebooks.
‘It’s doing my head in,’ Julius said. ‘The day my uncle lost the election, he called in a panic and asked me to go to a bank. He was moving millions from Ondo government accounts to all these private companies with weird names, in weird countries like Liechtenstein and the Cayman Islands.
‘Before coming here, I grabbed the rest of the cash from the family safe, plus expensive watches and a suitcase full of financial documents. Now, I’m trying to work out what’s been going on.’
‘What have you got so far?’ Georgia asked.
‘Mostly clueless,’ Julius admitted. ‘But I have to figure out what SJ is up to. He won’t play nice with the new state governor. My mum is in prison and the rest of my family is getting screwed over, while SJ stashes millions in overseas accounts and won’t help anyone.’
‘How could he help if he’s not governor any more?’ Georgia asked.