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
LUCY, aka L-Plate. I reckon her parents probably own most of Sussex or something, because she talks like she’s one of the royal family and they’re always bringing her in fancy food and gorgeous clothes, but for all that, she’s actually dead nice. We have a real laugh, me and L-Plate, though she can lose it a bit if you stand too close to her and she does not like being touched. Gets properly freaked out about it. I saw her spit at George once, when he tried to put his arm round her. Same as a lot of people, I don’t know if L was messed up before the drugs, or if the drugs messed her up, but either way . . . I know why kids from my neck of the woods end up on the hard stuff, but I’ve never really understood posh people and heroin. Like, I’ve got a polo pony and a house that has a maze in the garden, so what am I missing? Oh yeah, a decent smack habit.
Only the finest China White though, and needles from Cartier, natch.
I already mentioned the flat-Earth thing, but that’s pretty tame compared with some of the theories L-Plate trots out. The coronavirus 5G thing and 9/11 was an inside job and the moon isn’t real and the Beatles never existed and do not get her started on the vapour trails that planes leave. Depending on what mood she’s in, either the government’s trying to control the weather or they’re spraying us all with something that’s going to turn us into zombies. Look, I know I’ve come out with some strange stuff in my time, but this is proper nutter level, and it’s even funnier when she’s doing it in this cut-glass accent and looks like something out of Vogue. From a distance, I should add, because when you get close (as close as she’ll let anyone) you can see that she’s got iffy skin and teeth like that bloke out of the Pogues. She’s not got a bad bone in her, though, that’s the most important thing, and you’ll never hear her slagging anyone off. When L-Plate’s not ranting like some loopy duchess, she’d give you the shirt off her back, and believe me, any one of her cast-offs would be well worth having, because if you stuck it on eBay you could probably pay your mortgage for a few months.