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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‘Never any batteries!’ Remi complained. ‘Where do they all go? They’re worse than socks!’
‘I’ve got unlimited data,’ Julius said, reaching into his shorts for his phone, then realising he’d left it on a shelf in the bathroom.
But Remi’s interest in the radio was fleeting. He placed his empty glass in the sink, then reached for the tattered briefcase he’d thrown on the couch as he walked in.
‘From an insider at the Chinese Development Bank in Lagos,’ Remi said, thumping the case like the back of an old friend. ‘Audited accounts that the Chinese requested before funding projects by Ondo State government. My friend tells me these figures are way more honest than the state accounts released to the public. I’m hoping they go back far enough to show that Rotimi Rotimi and SJ Adebisi are even bigger crooks than—’
‘Uncle,’ Duke interrupted violently. ‘This is my friend from St Gilda’s, Julius Adebisi.’
For a second, Remi looked like he was going to inhale his tongue. Then he clutched the case to his chest as if Julius might snatch it and bolt.
‘Don’t upset yourself, sir,’ Julius said respectfully. ‘My lips are tight. I’m no fan of my mother’s politics.’
Remi considered this suspiciously as he slotted the briefcase into a gap between the refrigerator and the wall. He moved closer to Julius, then eyed him over the top of his amber-tint sunglasses.
‘I see resemblance to Bunmi,’ Remi noted. ‘Your height and posture. These are not the only copies of the documents, by the way.’
The worry in the last sentence made Julius suspect it was a lie.
‘Uncle, he’s not going to go running to his mum,’ Duke said reassuringly. ‘They don’t get along.’
‘But I should probably leave,’ Julius said, feeling awkward. ‘I think I saw a taxi stand when we arrived …’
The mention of a taxi focused Remi’s brain. Bunmi Adebisi would never let one of her kids out without a car and a bodyguard close by. And now Remi studied his surroundings. He saw the towels and wet hair. Sensed the rum on both boys’ breath and finger scratches on his nephew’s back.
‘I see now!’ Remi said, wagging a finger and grinning to himself. ‘This old fool walked in on something naughty!’
SIXTEEN
Maya messaged as Georgia was on the bus home from meeting Zac.
Maya: Just found out there’s gonna be an INSANE house party on the estate tonite! Wanna come?
Georgia: Am I invited?
Maya:You’re so innocent! Girls who look like you are invited to EVERYTHING :-)
Georgia was wary of going to some random kid’s house on the estate. But booze and boys were not without attraction, and with her dad working crazy hours, the other Saturday-night options were sitting home alone with dark thoughts, or walking to her nan’s and watching Britain’s Got Talent.