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
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- 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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‘Just stay here,’ Georgia pleaded. ‘You could probably claim asylum since your mum’s in prison. Or live under the radar.’
Julius shook his head. ‘I don’t want my mother rotting in jail. And who looks out for Gabe and all my country cousins?’
‘Your mum exiled you for being gay,’ Georgia pointed out forcefully. ‘Your cousin murdered Duke.’
‘Nobody’s perfect,’ Julius joked, then unzipped a wheelie case. The interior was half-filled with twenty-pound notes.
‘I’ve kept the dollars,’ Julius explained. ‘But that’s a hundred and twenty thousand pounds. It should cover your legal bills and part of your stay at the Freeman Unit. There’s even room for most of your new clothes.’
‘I can’t take it,’ Georgia gawped, but found herself thrilled by the packs of mint twenties. There was also a red ostrich-leather jewellery box.
‘It’s the pendant my mum bought when she met Barack Obama,’ Julius explained. ‘You can wear it to prom.’
The hinge creaked as Georgia opened the box. The gold necklace had a simple clasp that held three pear-cut diamonds, two the size of currants, with an insanely sparkly grape in the middle.
‘If you don’t like it, sell it,’ Julius said. ‘Must be worth a few quid …’
Georgia shook her head. ‘I’m getting almost a million for my book deal. I’m paying my parents back. I can’t take this.’
‘I’ve got way more currency than I’m legally allowed to bring into Nigeria,’ Julius said. ‘The last thing I need is to have customs arrest me when I land.’
‘I’ll keep it safe for you,’ Georgia said. ‘With the chequebooks and everything else.’
Julius had other things on his mind and Georgia felt like her friend was already moving away as he sat at a desk and started googling options for buses from Lagos to Akure.
John Pack got to Rushton Lodge an hour later, dressed in a suit. He’d spent ten nights a few rooms down from his daughter. But he’d gone back to his mum’s, because he had several meetings in London for his new job with the defence contractor.
There was time for a late lunch in the hotel restaurant before John and Julius carried all the luggage down to his Ford. The Focus wasn’t huge and Julius had to put the front passenger seat all the way back to accommodate his legs. Georgia had an uncomfortable ride, cramped behind her dad with luggage sliding on the seat beside her.
Julius felt nervous as they parked up and rode an elevator down to Heathrow Terminal Four. He kept it together as he left John and Georgia with his flight bag and wheeled his luggage to the KLM bag drop.