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 said there’s nothing of her, right? She’s properly tiny, like her clothes would fit a ten-year-old, so I do wonder if maybe she had her own issues with food once upon a time, because she’s always picking at something grainy-looking in a Tupperware container. I mean, apparently a lot of people working in mental health used to be patients, so I wouldn’t be surprised. Poacher turned gamekeeper sort of thing. It’s funny, because the only person she’s ever remotely spiky with is Donna, so maybe she’s a bit freaked out dealing with someone who’s got the same problems she had. Once, she gave Donna a major telling-off about something and ever since then Donna’s called her Femi-Nazi, which would be a pretty nifty UFC nickname now I think about it.
Marcus versus Femi. Result: controversial, but I’m going with Femi for this one. I’m not sure Marcus has got a lot of fight in him and I think Femi could take care of herself if she had to.
So, a few fight-night facts about the men and women who take care of us and perhaps a bit of creative ‘embroidery’, but you get the picture. Full disclosure, I should probably mention that one of the members of staff stepping into my imaginary UFC ring almost certainly sexually assaulted me. Right, ‘almost certainly’ . . . makes it sound a bit vague, but I’m as sure as I can be, taking into account the issues with memory and medication. I’m not going to say who it was because I really don’t like to think about it very much, but if they did it to me, you can bet they’ve done it to others.
L-Plate told me the same thing had happened to her once, at a different hospital. She told me that she’d made a complaint, but that she’d just been called a drama queen.
‘Best to keep your head down,’ she’d said. Crying in my arms she was at the time. ‘Don’t make waves.’
Obviously, as a copper, I want to see people who do this kind of thing get what’s coming to them, because that’s my job, but I also know that, things being the way they are – me being where I am – I need to steer clear of trouble. Believe me, it goes against the grain, but it’s a little easier to come to terms with now I’m smack in the middle of a murder case.
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