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
ROBERT, aka Big Gay Bob. Robert, who’s, I don’t know . . . forty? . . . isn’t particularly big – he’s actually a bit on the short side, and a lot on the bald side – and I have no evidence whatsoever that he is even remotely gay, but sometimes it’s how things go. What everyone around here does know is that Bob talks about the women he’s slept with constantly. I promise you, he’s got shagging on the brain, and if you find yourself in a conversation with him – and he does like a chat – it’ll end up on your brain, too. I swear, you could be talking to him about anything – football, steam engines, the fucking Holocaust – and he’d find some way to crowbar in a story about the things he once got up to with some ‘pneumatic blonde’ in a hotel room in Brighton or the ‘foxy redhead’ he got seriously fruity with in a pub car park in Leeds. I don’t want you to think he’s sleazy though, because he’s really not. It’s more comical than anything, actually, a bit . . . Carry-On. All that happened was that one of the women – maybe it was Lauren – pointed out that constantly banging on about your success with the opposite sex is a clear sign that you’re actually preoccupied with your own. A closet-case or whatever. So, that was when the nickname first got thrown about for a laugh and it stuck. It’s all a bit of fun and the truth is that Bob seems to like it, plays up to it even, as if he’s secretly thrilled to have an . . . identity, you know?
And the truth is that, actually, he is rather camp.
SHAUN, aka The Sheep. Yeah, he’s Welsh, so shoot me for being predictable, but it’s actually a boss nickname because he’s a . . . follower, you know? Shaun’s one of the younger ones and he’s just a bit lost, I think, but the fact is he’ll do pretty much anything anyone tells him to and believes whatever you say to him. Literally, anything. I’m secretly a multi-millionaire. I was on Love Island. You name it. Who knows if he was that gullible before whatever happened to him happened, but something’s got messed up in his head and now it’s like he’s a blank page or just something that other people can twist and mould into whatever suits them.