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
Perfectly on cue, I stifle a yawn. ‘I’m not sleeping very well.’
She looks at Marcus and says, ‘Well, let’s see if we can help you with that.’
Marcus scribbles something down, a reminder that I need more pills probably, but I’m thinking that anything short of an elephant tranquilliser isn’t going to make a great deal of difference right now.
‘The sleeping issue aside,’ Bakshi says, ‘are things OK generally?’
I nod and say, ‘Absolutely.’ I’m probably nodding a bit too much.
Things are a long way from OK, but whatever I’ve said to other patients, I don’t really want to say it to this lot. Nobody here is squeaky-clean all the time, but despite a couple of recent . . . transgressions – the call to Andy and the home-delivery weed affair – they’ve still been talking about progress, like I’m actually making some. Barring disaster, I’ll be out of here in four months anyway, but I certainly don’t want to do or say anything to scupper my chances of the section getting lifted sooner.
‘Yeah, things are good.’
Bakshi gets down to it. ‘I gather Marcus has already told you that we need to discuss the incident with Lucy on Wednesday.’
I’m ready for it. ‘Look, I know what I did was totally unacceptable and I’ve already apologised to Lucy and she’s cool about it. It was a blip, that’s all.’ A smile, a shrug, a no big deal. ‘Me and L are mates again, so no worries on that score.’
‘Well, not on that score perhaps, but my understanding is that you didn’t actually remember doing it at all.’ She gives a little hum, and there’s a question mark at the end. ‘That has to be a cause for concern.’
Alarm bells are starting to ring a little. I’m sure Lucy wasn’t telling tales, but she must have let something slip. ‘Well, what I did was a bit . . . vague, that’s all. Fuzzy, yeah? It’s not like I couldn’t remember—’
‘OK. That’s fine. So, do you remember verbally attacking George yesterday, in the dining room?’
I blink and, just for a few seconds, I consider bluffing it out. I could say ‘Yeah, course I do, it was only yesterday’, but they’d only ask me to talk about what happened – whatever the hell it was – so I know I’ll be found out. All I can do is look at George.
‘When you were sitting with Bob and Clare?’ he says.
Right, got it. When Bob was talking about how much he misses Debbie and Clare started crying. Yes, I can remember that, but I don’t think that’s what they’re on about.