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
‘This the ex, is it? The one whose head you smashed in with a wine bottle?’ Lauren asks the question nice and casually while she mops up gravy with a slice of bread.
‘Yeah, that’s him,’ Donna says. She helpfully picks up the plastic ketchup bottle to demonstrate. ‘She brained the bastard.’
‘I hope it wasn’t something expensive,’ L-Plate says. ‘Such a waste.’
I reassure her that the wine in question wasn’t one she’d think was expensive, which seems to mollify her. ‘Doesn’t matter if it’s Château Ponce or Château Lidl, does it? The bottle still weighs the same.’
‘Why did you hit him?’ Clare asks.
Tiny Tears gave me a nod at breakfast, but this is the first time she’s actually spoken to me all day. Not a word about her knocking on my door last night and my refusal to let her in. It feels like she’s got a game plan of some sort that I can’t figure out yet. Same with Colin, aka Jigsaw Man, who’s conspicuously ignoring me, which is exactly what I’d expect an undercover officer to do.
‘None of your business,’ I tell Clare.
Lauren nods slowly. Mutters, ‘History of violence.’
‘Yeah, and you should probably remember that,’ I say.
She laughs. ‘I don’t care what you’ve done, love,’ she says. ‘I’m not scared of you.’ She says the word like the very idea of it is ridiculous. ‘I’m not scared of anybody.’
‘What does that mean, anyway?’ I turn to stare at her. ‘What I’ve done?’
She shrugs, because she doesn’t need to spell it out, then she definitely gives Clare a sly look and I’m pretty sure I see Donna and L-Plate exchange a glance, too. I look across at Colin, who’s making out like there’s nothing more interesting than his dinner, then over to Mia and Femi who are apparently deep in conversation on a table at the far end of the room. I catch Tony’s eye and he winks, as if to let me know he’s still watching out for my Thing, that he’s still got my back. After our conversation yesterday, I’d decided that he was more or less the only person I could trust. Now I’m not even sure about that.
Lauren’s already moved on, they all have, and now there’s some aimless chat about people’s first pets.
But I’m not really listening.