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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She’d be sixteen in a month. Georgia didn’t mind the idea of starting college in September, even though her time at the Freeman Unit meant she’d end up taking her exams a year late. The annoying part was the bit before summer holidays. The law said Georgia had to go to school. Her dad made lots of phone calls and the only school willing to take on the notorious Georgia Pack was St Thomas’s Catholic Girls’ school. It was an hour’s bus ride from her nan’s, and after five weeks and all the hassle of settling in, she’d be sent home on study leave for exams she was too late to enter …
‘Are you decent?’ Julius asked as he leaned in from his interconnecting room, holding a laptop. ‘Your uniform arrived?’
‘Come through,’ Georgia sighed.
‘Booked my flight home,’ Julius said, and he sat on Georgia’s bed and showed her his laptop.
Georgia choked up when she read the screen:
KL981 23:10 – Click to check in now.
‘That’s tonight,’ Georgia noted.
‘I’ve got a four-hour layover in Amsterdam, then an 06:30 flight to Lagos,’ Julius explained. ‘I paid for extra legroom.’
Georgia smiled. ‘Very wise … Will someone meet you when you get there?’
‘I’ve thought about that a lot,’ Julius said. ‘I’d rather the family doesn’t know I’m coming, in case SJ gets tipped off.’
‘I’m worried about you,’ Georgia said.
‘I’m worried about me,’ Julius answered.
‘You said the guys who killed Duke are still on the loose,’ Georgia pointed out. ‘What if they come after you? And how will you feel when you see all the places you went with Duke?’
The reminder of Duke derailed Julius’s train of thought. But after a long breath, he spoke determinedly.
‘My mother is in prison. My UK education visa expired three days ago, and I don’t want to live on the run. I must fix this mess with my family.’
‘I’ll miss you,’ Georgia said, pulling Julius into a hug, and was distracted by the odd realisation that his hair smelled of the same hotel shampoo as her own.
Georgia had loathed herself in all the different combinations of school uniform and was watching a trashy daytime talk show on Julius’s bed when Miles arrived. He entered Julius’s room in a tailored three-piece suit, carrying a double-width briefcase that hit Julius’s bed with a whomp.
‘Everything’s here,’ Miles said, opening the case to reveal stacks of paper.
Georgia moved around the bed to be nosy, and the newness of the chequebooks, bank statements and company formation documents gave her the same thrill as a fresh box of stationery.