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
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- 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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‘Eddie gets fresh fish delivered by helicopter,’ Remi said. ‘But the local zookeepers got kicked out and threatened with arrest for breeding animals without a licence. Once the last animals are gone, the city will sell the land. I bought this apartment because I liked the view over the trees, but in five years, all you will see is high-rise blocks.’
Julius stumbled tiredly as he unzipped his biggest case and fished out boxers, T-shirt and toothbrush. Apart from a nap on the flight to Lagos, he’d been awake for forty hours and his body had hit a wall.
‘Shower and sleep,’ Julius said as he stretched into a big yawn. ‘I will solve all the world’s problems tomorrow …’
SEVENTY-ONE
Georgia: Sooo, how’s Akure?
Julius: Hot, dusty. Sinuses bunged-up from the long flight and massive bruise where the woman on the bus kept digging her elbow.
Georgia: Chucking rain here. Sucks you being so far away. What you got planned for today?
Julius: Gotta pick up stuff from my old house. Then find a way to deal with SJ without getting my ass kicked.
Georgia: And I’m worried about an induction meeting at a Catholic girls’ school. Guess mine is more of a first-world problem …
Julius: I need to get out of bed.
Georgia: I’m very fond of you. Try not to get your dumb ass killed.
Julius: I promise nothing :-) …
GEORGIA PACK HAS LOGGED OUT
The springs on the sofa bed strained as Julius stood up, rubbing his back. The mattress wasn’t bad, but even when he lay at a diagonal, bits of him dangled off all sides. He cold-showered, dressed inconspicuously in shorts, sunglasses and grubby canvas Vans, and drank lukewarm juice from a fridge that hadn’t seen electricity in hours.
Remi said Adebisi thugs hadn’t been near the building since Duke’s murder, but Julius stayed cautious as he crossed the lobby, then a modestly busy street, to an ATM in the front of a grocery store.
There were three people in line and Julius felt he was being watched when he put one of his pre-paid Visa cards in the slot. It was a minor triumph as the machine spurted a wad of 
1,000 notes.
He bought Lipton tea, iced water and yam porridge in a cafe. The manager grumpily agreed to change a couple of 1,000s for the two-hundreds he’d need to pay bribes.
The peppery mashed yam felt more like home than anything else since Julius had landed. He smiled to himself, remembering how he’d taken porridge on his first morning at boarding school and found it was a white slush, reminiscent of baby sick.