Back Arctic Zoo Save as PDF
Chapters (88)
  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
  85. Discover more books and sign up to the Robert Muchamore mailing list at muchamore.com
  86. Have you read KILLER T?
  87. 1 SLASHED RUBBER
  88. 2 NOT HARRY POTTER

‘Do whatever. Ruin my life,’ Julius sighed, choking up as he shoved Gabe down the table and backed up because he didn’t want to catch another kick.

Gabe tugged his rumpled suit jacket and scowled defiantly. The guard outside had heard Gabe shout and was stepping in to investigate.

‘I have to find Mum,’ Gabe blurted, ducking under the bodyguard and starting a charge down the hallway.

TWENTY

Before Sophie died, Georgia ate school lunch quickly and went to the library to read or study. Now, she hung out with Maya, a bunch of Maya’s friends and their boyfriends, who were mostly older.

Only year-twelve and thirteen kids were allowed out of school at lunchtime, but the teaching assistants on the front gate didn’t know everyone, and Georgia never had a problem getting out if she was with Rolf and a couple of his burly mates.

They went to a few different places, but the most common was Denton’s Gelato. It was way more expensive than the school canteen. Georgia knew her dad had money problems, so rather than press for extra cash, she’d just get a cheap filter coffee and a Twix or Kit Kat.

There were about twenty kids from Georgia’s school sprawled over the cafe’s tables. Maya had been yawning all morning because her youngest sibling had spent the night screaming with toothache. She sat sideways in her chair, with her head in Rolf’s lap.

Georgia found Rolf irritating, but the way he cradled Maya and kept his voice low while she dozed was surprisingly tender. In contrast, the lads at the table behind Rolf and Maya were noisy dicks, flicking sugar cubes at each other, while one tried to tell a story about a girl he’d got off with at a music festival.

‘It’s funny how you’re so much better at scoring when none of us are around,’ one of the pals noted.

Georgia smirked, but knew better than to give any indication that she was listening and kept eyes on her phone. Dean had sent her a long text before school, saying he was sorry if he’d come on too strong at the party and asking if she’d like to meet up for a coffee one afternoon after school.

Georgia was torn. She’d seen Dean with his hand on another girl’s butt, so he was clearly the kind of guy who hit on anything in a skirt. But she envied what Maya had with Rolf and felt childish, having never snogged a guy, when Maya and her mates spoke casually about being on the pill and strings of exes …

The phone in Georgia’s hand started to ring: Zac Calling.

‘Hey, ’sup,’ Georgia said, trying to sound cool for the sake of company, then covering one ear to shut out the idiots at the next table.