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- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
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- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
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- THIRTY-SEVEN
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- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
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- FIFTY
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- 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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Maya and Rolf were entwined and Georgia found herself on the hallway floor, getting in the way of people using the bathroom and wondering about a bus home, or calling Dad to pick her up. He’d combust if he found out she was at a party in Gravity House, but she feared walking this neighbourhood alone.
She’d just joined the queue for the bathroom when a man with a beard came bundling through the front door.
‘Move, move, move,’ he shouted.
He was older than the partygoers, barefoot and wearing jeans soaked in blood. Georgia backed up to the wall as he shot past, clutching a Londis carrier bag and chased by two men. The one in the lead held a yellow stun gun and wore regular clothes. Georgia only realised they were cops when the second one went by, shouting into a radio.
The bloody man crashed the particle board door at the end of the hallway hard enough to leave a dent. The bedroom had a circle of kids sharing a joint and screams erupted as he raced to the back of the room.
The window had been opened to let out smoke and he flung out the carrier bag and shouted, ‘Free drugs!’ before jumping onto the bed.
‘Hands in the air!’ the cop with the Taser shouted.
Another cop swept past Georgia as the lead pair wrestled the bloody man down in the bedroom.
‘What happened?’ Rolf asked, scrambling out of the kitchen.
‘Drugs or something,’ Georgia said.
The party music had stopped. Georgia felt her ears ringing as an officer with stripes spoke into her radio by the front door.
‘Suspect detained. Package, suspected narcotics, has been thrown from window on east side of Gravity House. I need bodies down there looking, before someone steals it.’
Georgia suddenly felt sober. None of the partying kids had anything to do with the drug dealer who’d burst through the front door, but everyone was drunk, there was a thick marijuana haze and Georgia was far from the only kid who hadn’t told her folks they were going to a crazy party at the most dangerous address in town.
She had to get out of here fast …
SEVENTEEN
Julius rolled over in his bed, squinting as he caught blazing sunlight through a crack in the curtains. The day before felt like a dream. The violence. Duke’s apartment. Getting the cab to drop him a few doors from home and sneaking back into the compound, unnoticed.
He had his official phone on the bedside table, but he reached for the other one, which was tucked behind his headboard, with the charging lead out of sight. He’d bounced messages with Duke before he went to sleep and was disappointed to find nothing new now. He was hungry enough for breakfast, but it was only eight and a lie-in was more tempting.