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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dear Reader …
  4. Also by Robert Muchamore
  5. PART ONE
  6. Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
  7. ONE
  8. TWO
  9. THREE
  10. FOUR
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. PART TWO
  19. TWELVE
  20. THIRTEEN
  21. FOURTEEN
  22. FIFTEEN
  23. SIXTEEN
  24. SEVENTEEN
  25. EIGHTEEN
  26. NINETEEN
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. TWENTY-TWO
  30. TWENTY-THREE
  31. TWENTY-FOUR
  32. TWENTY-FIVE
  33. TWENTY-SIX
  34. TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. TWENTY-NINE
  37. THIRTY
  38. THIRTY-ONE
  39. THIRTY-TWO
  40. THIRTY-THREE
  41. THIRTY-FOUR
  42. THIRTY-FIVE
  43. THIRTY-SIX
  44. THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. PART THREE
  47. Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
  48. THIRTY-NINE
  49. FORTY
  50. FORTY-ONE
  51. FORTY-TWO
  52. FORTY-THREE
  53. FORTY-FOUR
  54. FORTY-FIVE
  55. FORTY-SIX
  56. FORTY-SEVEN
  57. FORTY-EIGHT
  58. FORTY-NINE
  59. FIFTY
  60. FIFTY-ONE
  61. FIFTY-TWO
  62. FIFTY-THREE
  63. FIFTY-FOUR
  64. PART FOUR
  65. FIFTY-FIVE
  66. FIFTY-SIX
  67. FIFTY-SEVEN
  68. FIFTY-EIGHT
  69. FIFTY-NINE
  70. SIXTY
  71. SIXTY-ONE
  72. SIXTY-TWO
  73. SIXTY-THREE
  74. SIXTY-FOUR
  75. SIXTY-FIVE
  76. SIXTY-SIX
  77. SIXTY-SEVEN
  78. SIXTY-EIGHT
  79. SIXTY-NINE
  80. SEVENTY
  81. SEVENTY-ONE
  82. SEVENTY-TWO
  83. SEVENTY-THREE
  84. EPILOGUE
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  86. Have you read KILLER T?
  87. 1 SLASHED RUBBER
  88. 2 NOT HARRY POTTER

‘I thought you’d read it,’ Georgia noted as she hunted for a pen.

‘Twice,’ Julius said. ‘But I still want the signed copy you promised me.’

‘OK,’ Georgia sighed, writing a message inside the front cover as a waitress arrived.

Georgia got coffee and cake, Julius a pot of tea and a tuna melt.

‘And how’s the love life?’ Julius asked, once the waitress was out of earshot.

‘Ugh,’ Georgia said, sighing as she slid the just-signed book across the table. ‘I never seem to get a handle on that …’

‘Same as,’ Julius laughed. He spun the book around and opened it to read Georgia’s message.

‘It’s cheesy,’ she warned.

But Julius smiled when he read it:

It’s not easy to change the world.

But you gotta keep trying, right?

Georgia Pack.

XXX

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1 SLASHED RUBBER

Deion Powell was the king of high school. Stubbled and swaggering. Powell 03 on the back of his practice jersey and a splayed walk imposed by monstrous thighs. An amber late slip flapped in his hand as the starting quarterback bowled the empty hallway, crunching in desert grit trailed from the parking lot.

‘Whatcha staring at?’ Deion snapped instinctively as a skinny ninth grader came out of an empty classroom. He had to hook the door with his sneaker because there was a set of textbooks stacked to his chin.

The kid jolted. Catching the door frame with his shoulder, almost spilling Algebra 2s, before Deion’s bunched fist set him off in a rodent scuttle.

But there was too much in Powell’s head to enjoy the humiliation. There’d been a tussle in the locker room after Monday night practice. A minor miracle that the coaches hadn’t found out. And that morning, Deion’s kid sister bounced for the school bus, but doubled back before clearing the driveway. Uptight and wide-eyed, the nine-year-old blurted that the front tires on his truck had been knifed.

So, the quarterback took a city bus and fifteen-minute jog, missing first period and catching a lecture from a tattooed school clerk, who’d heard too many excuses to care if they were true or not. Third late arrival since summer recess. Can’t come and go as you please, making like you’re above the rules.

Stress bulged Deion’s veins. Sweat glazed his oak-brown skin. Should have taken a picture of my tires to show I’m no liar. Five hundred bucks for new ones. Must have been JJ. Will everything kick off again? What if we bump JJ’s crew in the hallway? And no way to avoid it in the locker room …