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
And I see a fair bit of Ilias and Lucy. They both got out of hospital before me, but we talked on the phone, and as soon as my section was done and dusted and I was finally out of there myself, we started meeting up. If we go out, Lucy tends to pay for most of the meals and drinks, but I think that’s fair enough. Even though her parents live in a house that’s probably got a gift shop she still gets benefits, if you can believe that, so she can afford to put her hand in her pocket. Lucy’s still . . . Lucy, but I don’t think she’s back on the smack and she actually high-fived me the other day, so she’s way better than she was.
Me and Ilias have actually become dead close. We talk all the time and he’s got some fantastic stories and even though he’s still not great with . . . boundaries, I’m not expecting him to whip his cock out at any moment. Like, he told me all about his older brother teaching him to drive and about this horrible car crash just after Ilias had passed his test. He told me how he walked away without a scratch, while his brother’s been in a wheelchair ever since. He told me that his brother was the good-looking one and the clever one and, as it turned out, the unlucky one. It was his brother who’d taught Ilias to play chess, too, and he’s actually really good.
Well, he thrashes me every time we play, but I’m slowly getting better.
Most of the time, when we’re together, we end up talking about what happened on the ward. Why wouldn’t we? I don’t think we’ll be sending Christmas cards or anything, but we gossip about what the others are doing and about all the stupid things that happened and we usually end up laughing.
As to what did happen on the ward, it would be fair to say I wasn’t surprised that Lauren never got charged, or when she came marching back into the TV room on her first night back, every bit as chopsy as always. More so, after being held in a cell for a couple of days. I wasn’t surprised when Ilias started pointing and chanting you’re not singing any more and Lauren slapped him hard enough to knock him off his chair.
If you want to know what I think, the detective’s heart had never really been in it. I’d seen it, that moment when I caught his eye as they were leaving with their prime suspect. Of course, he had to arrest Lauren because of the DNA and the prints on the knife. He had evidence. The only problem was the evidence he should have had but didn’t.
Rusty as I was, even I’d worked that much out.