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 can remember exactly how I felt, too. The desperate need to do something, that instinct to preserve life kicking in, and then the panic and the horror when I realised that I couldn’t. The memory of those few desperate minutes in that toilet has returned, complete and terrible.
Only now, of course, I know there was someone in there with me.
SIXTY
SIXTY
I open up the app, press the button and watch the virtual coin spin.
There’s a nice, satisfying clink as it lands.
I start to put the black top on . . .
Back in the MDR that day, when the detective told me I’d been wrong about who had killed Kevin, I’d felt like a mistreated dog that had been given one final, hard kick for good measure. Sitting there and sobbing, I remembered being with Shaun in the TV room, the night he collapsed and stopped talking. His eyes shifting and fixing on the nurse who was sitting in the corner and me, like the smartarse I am, thinking I knew what he was trying to let me know.
No, not just a nurse, you idiot. That nurse . . .
I remembered the same terror on his face when he was writing me those messages, when I didn’t give him time to explain the very last one.
There’s something i need to tell you.
Now I know what that was and I can finally understand what I’d thought was his confusion about why Debbie had been killed. During the course of my so-called investigation into Debbie’s death, I’d asked myself a few times if I was being stupid in never suspecting Shaun. Well, I was and I wasn’t. The fact is, though he was not unhappy that a woman he hated was dead, Shaun never had a motive for killing Debbie, because he knew she wasn’t the one who’d killed Kevin.
He’d known who that was all along.
Malaika.
Now I can’t decide which colour lippy to go with, so I quickly reopen the heads-or-tails app and that decides for me.
Electric Orchid, if you’re interested.
As to why Malaika killed Debbie, the best guess is because Debbie found out about what she’d done and was threatening to expose her. Poor Debbie, who had been trying to do the right thing, but could not have known just what the person she was dealing with was capable of.