Chapters (88)
- 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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- EIGHT
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- TEN
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- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
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- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
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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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- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
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- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
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- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
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‘Don’t go all woman on me and twist it around,’ Rolf pleaded, holding up his hands. ‘I think Dean liked you a lot, OK, Georgia? All I’m saying is, he’s eighteen. He’s been around a lot of girls and he’ll wanna do more than hold your hand …’
Georgia never knew what to expect from Rolf. One minute he was a pig, but now it was like he was looking out for her. Rolf and Maya were both staring, expecting her to speak, so she changed the subject.
‘I was supposed to be meeting Zac at Red Parrot Books tonight,’ Georgia babbled. ‘You know the council budget cuts? There’s a demo outside the town hall. I said I’d ask around and see if anyone else wants to go.’
Maya looked horrified. ‘Some bunch of freak nerds, freezing their tits off and moaning about the government.’
Georgia didn’t completely agree, but nodded to support her friend.
‘Hold up,’ Rolf said brightly. ‘Is that like I saw on the news? With that enormous woman pulling the nerdy bloke off his bike and people lobbing traffic cones and shit.’
‘That’s the one,’ Georgia said.
‘There’s one like that here?’ Rolf asked keenly.
‘Tonight,’ Georgia replied.
Rolf stood and called to some pals a couple of tables down. ‘Chris, Jake. You know them punch-ups that have been on the news? Georgia says there’s gonna be one tonight outside our town hall.’
‘I didn’t say punch-up,’ Georgia noted.
‘Who said punch-up?’ one of the noisy lads at the next table asked, standing up.
‘I saw that,’ one of Rolf’s mates chirped. ‘That fella in Leeds stood on the mayor’s car and took a dump through the sunroof.’
‘Aggro, let’s have it!’ another lad shouted.
Georgia gave Maya a my god they’re idiots look but was surprised to find Maya smiling roguishly.
‘Nothing ever happens on a Monday night,’ Maya explained. ‘It might be a laugh …’
TWENTY-ONE
A bodyguard came into the conference room and made Julius surrender both phones. But while the situation was the most important thing in Julius’s life, it was just one item on his mother’s to-do list.
At the buffet, Bunmi posed for photographs, held babies, shook hands and laughed at all the jokes. Gabe kept his distance from Julius, finding kids he knew from school, chasing around and getting yelled at when they started a water fight in one of the bathrooms.
Julius’s afternoon moved slowly. He ate burgers and cake for comfort, then snapped his disposable fork and imagined driving the jutting shard of plastic into his throat. Or someone else’s throat … A driver took him home on his own at five. In his room, Julius was phoneless, and anxiety made his brain mush. He decided to read some more of Remi Balogun’s corruption articles, but his laptop wouldn’t connect to Wi-Fi.