Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- About the Author
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Acknowledgments
It was another ten minutes before his light fell on something. There was a mass in the middle of the tunnel, lying across the train tracks. He started forward, before a figure appeared in the light. A man—it had to be him. It had to be Matthew. He wasn’t looking at Robin—hadn’t even noticed the flashlight. He seemed to be operating in complete darkness. He turned the mass over and pressed a towel to its stomach.
It was Sally.
Suddenly Robin couldn’t control himself. He saw red. “McConnell?” he shouted, all the rage in his body in his voice.
Matthew turned around. But as he walked into the light, Robin saw that it wasn’t Matthew.
But—no...
That was impossible.
The figure smiled. And Robin shone his torch at the figure. The face of a bearded Tim Claypath.
“What?” Robin said, and suddenly heard someone behind him. There was an explosion of pain in the back of his head.
The last thing he remembered was Tim Claypath’s laugh.
Everything else was lost to the white.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Three years ago...
T. CLAYPATH—Okay, you lot, the basement of The Hamlet tonight. I fancy getting plastered!
E. SUNDERLAND—Count me in. I haven’t gotten plastered since I did up the guest room.
P. PACK—The fabulous Edmund Sunderland at the London Palladium, everyone! He’s a laugh a fortnight. (Also, I’m in!
)
T. CLAYPATH—Then we can always move on to Hudders if we fancy a dance??
P. PACK—Oh dear, is it dance time???
T. CLAYPATH—It’s always dance time!!! Am I right??
R. CLAYPATH—Well, I’m sat next to Tim but for the benefit of everyone else, I have graciously accepted his invitation.
R. FROST—Let’s go! I need to blow some steam off, trying to get this uni application sorted. Anyone know the difference between City University London and the City of London University?
T. CLAYPATH—Okay 5/6, what’d you say, Matt? Wanna make it a full house?
M. McCONNELL—I can’t. I have the Canals Trust interview tomorrow, and I’ve got a ton of facts to memorize.
R. CLAYPATH—Oh I forgot...
E. SUNDERLAND—Seconded.
T. CLAYPATH—No way you can get out of it?
T. CLAYPATH—JK Knock ’em dead, man.
T. CLAYPATH—We’ll have to drink your share.
R. CLAYPATH—Good luck, Matt!
E. SUNDERLAND—Seconded.
P. PACK—GL
R. FROST—You’ve got this!
M. McCONNELL—Thanks, guys :)
M. McCONNELL—Have a good night!