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
‘Someone comes in, pretending to be a voluntary patient, an Informal, yeah? It wouldn’t take them long to figure out the situation with the cameras in here, so they wait until Graham shuts the right one down, do what they’ve come for, then discharge themselves as soon as.’
‘That simple?’
‘Yeah, that simple. Listen, I bet I could easily find out who left the day Kevin was killed, or the morning after.’
Another silence. Then, ‘It’s a bit far-fetched, Al.’
‘You haven’t even thought about it.’
‘I am thinking about it. You’re telling me that some gangsters hired a hit-man to pretend to be mad. They don’t normally go for anything that complicated. They’d just threaten his family or burn his house down.’
‘Yeah, but doing it this way wouldn’t draw attention, would it?’
‘Also, aren’t the staff in there trained to know if someone’s putting it on?’
‘They get things wrong sometimes.’
‘Did they get it wrong with you?’
Now I was the one saying nothing for a bit. ‘They get things wrong.’
I listened to that gorgeous office chatter for another few seconds. I pressed the phone hard to my ear, but I couldn’t make out what was being said or hear any voices I recognised.
‘It’s a bit of a stretch,’ Banksy said. ‘You must see that, and, like I said the other day, I’m really not sure this is doing you any good, so—’
‘If Kevin was getting the drugs from in here, he had to be getting them out somehow. You’ve got to admit that much, right?’
Banksy sighed. ‘Makes sense, I suppose.’
‘So I think you should talk to Seddon,’ I said. ‘Tell him he needs to check out all Kevin’s visitors.’
‘I’m sure they’re already doing that, Al.’
‘We should make sure.’
‘They’re all good officers.’
‘I was a good officer.’
Banksy said nothing.
‘I was really good,’ I said. ‘Point is, everyone thinks they’re a good officer until they’re washing the blood off.’
THIRTEEN
THIRTEEN
This Is What I Believed.
Part One . . . because frankly there’s quite a lot to get through and I can’t really bring myself to think about it for too long. I should tell you that some of it might seem a bit all over the place, but that’s only because I was all over the place, and I can’t swear that I’ve got what happened when exactly right. I’ve talked to the various witnesses (Mum and Dad, Sophie, Andy, etc.) to corroborate statements where I could and tried to put together a timeline.
Like every case I ever worked on the Job, except that I was the major suspect.