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Chapters (73)
  1. Rabbit Hole
  2. Also by Mark Billingham
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Epigraph
  7. Preface
  8. PART ONE
  9. ONE
  10. TWO
  11. THREE
  12. FOUR
  13. FIVE
  14. SIX
  15. SEVEN
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. ELEVEN
  20. TWELVE
  21. THIRTEEN
  22. FOURTEEN
  23. FIFTEEN
  24. SIXTEEN
  25. SEVENTEEN
  26. EIGHTEEN
  27. NINETEEN
  28. TWENTY
  29. TWENTY-ONE
  30. TWENTY-TWO
  31. TWENTY-THREE
  32. TWENTY-FOUR
  33. TWENTY-FIVE
  34. TWENTY-SIX
  35. TWENTY-SEVEN
  36. TWENTY-EIGHT
  37. TWENTY-NINE
  38. THIRTY
  39. THIRTY-ONE
  40. THIRTY-TWO
  41. THIRTY-THREE
  42. PART TWO
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. THIRTY-EIGHT
  48. THIRTY-NINE
  49. FORTY
  50. FORTY-ONE
  51. FORTY-TWO
  52. FORTY-THREE
  53. FORTY-FOUR
  54. FORTY-FIVE
  55. FORTY-SIX
  56. FORTY-SEVEN
  57. FORTY-EIGHT
  58. FORTY-NINE
  59. FIFTY
  60. FIFTY-ONE
  61. FIFTY-TWO
  62. FIFTY-THREE
  63. FIFTY-FOUR
  64. FIFTY-FIVE
  65. FIFTY-SIX
  66. FIFTY-SEVEN
  67. FIFTY-EIGHT
  68. PART THREE
  69. FIFTY-NINE
  70. SIXTY
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  73. Back Cover

‘I suppose it’s kind of a junkie gaydar.’ Lucy laughed, a silly, high giggle. ‘I’m just saying, I always thought drugs were a part of Kevin’s life in one way or another.’

I didn’t tell her that she was bang on the money. As far as I knew, I was still the only person on the ward – the only patient, at any rate – who knew about the drugs discovered in Kevin’s room, and I certainly wasn’t going to tell her about it. A detective learns early on that it’s not clever to furnish a witness with any information that may prejudice the statement they’re about to give you.

Lucy resumed her exercises, tossing back her head and rolling her hips around. ‘Is that any help to you, babe?’

I hadn’t got the first idea, besides which I’d noticed Mia wandering across from the nurses’ station. She stopped a few feet away from us and smiled, just to let me know that she knew exactly what I was up to, had been up to most of the day.

As it happened, at that moment I was perfectly happy to stop for a while.

I’m still not sure if it was some kind of early comedown, but I felt like a sodden blanket had been thrown across me. It wasn’t even two o’clock, but I was wiped out suddenly; bone-tired, as though, when I’d been talking to Donna, I’d walked a hundred times further than I did.

I can see now that it was mental – isn’t everything? – because I was doing it all. Normally, on a job like this one, I’d have been working as part of a good-sized team. Maybe talking to a single witness, collating statements or putting together a report on suspicious mobile activity, while Johnno, Banksy and the rest of the squad were busy doing other stuff. I’d have one thing to concentrate on, one area of the investigation to put all my energy into, but now everything was down to me and I was finding it all a bit stressful to say the least.

I trudged back towards the women’s corridor thinking about the three people I still wanted to talk to.

The Grand Master, the Sheep, the Singer.

It would have to wait, though, because right then I was finding it hard enough to put one foot in front of the other.

I all but fell into my room and slept for the best part of eight hours.

SEVENTEEN

SEVENTEEN