Chapters (73)
- Rabbit Hole
- Also by Mark Billingham
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Preface
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- 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
- PART TWO
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- PART THREE
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Back Cover
‘I was in half a mind to report it to the police.’
‘Well, we both know you’re not going to do that.’
That gives him some serious pause for thought. He might be an ex-cop, but he doesn’t know I’m one or that I’m well aware how dodgy his business practices are. His silence tells me he knows that he’s not dealing with an idiot, though.
‘Secondly, I’m still waiting for the second half of the payment.’
I’d completely forgotten about it, but I’m not going to tell him that. I’d rather have a bit of fun. ‘Well I still haven’t decided if I’m going to pay it,’ I say. ‘I mean I wasn’t that pleased with the service. “Guaranteed to exceed expectations”, that’s what it says on your website, and that would only be the case if I’d had no expectations at all. I had very high hopes, I really did, but frankly, Howard, it was piss-poor.’
There’s another pause before he says, ‘I’m very sorry to hear that, but I’m still expecting to be paid in full.’
‘What if I don’t?’
‘Then I might have to consider taking legal proceedings.’
It’s so tempting to tell him he can whistle for his money. To say, ‘So fill your boots’, or ‘See you in court’. I’m seriously thinking about it.
‘So?’ he says. ‘Are you going to pay, or what?’
I assume that if I was involved in legal proceedings of some kind then they’d have to let me out of here to do whatever’s necessary. That would be my right, surely. I mean, what if you get called up for jury service? Do people in places like this ever get called up for jury service? Yeah, I’m thinking it might be fun, taking Howard on, because it’s been a long time since I stood up in court, and don’t forget, the last occasion when I should have been there, I wasn’t deemed to be a fit enough witness. I always gave a good account of myself in front of a judge, everyone said that. I prepared well and made sure I did a good job. So if it comes to any kind of legal battle now, I’m damn sure I’ll win, and even though I know it won’t be the Old Bailey or anything, I decide that I might even be able to get a few other things off my mind while I have the chance.
Bring it on.
Then I see L-Plate walking towards me, and she’s usually up for a laugh, and suddenly I can’t even be bothered to talk to this bloke any more.
I say, ‘Yeah, I’ll send it,’ and hang up.