Washout

About this book

Dee Hollis is twenty-four, broke, and very good at being a test subject. For nineteen nights on the ninth floor of a Leeds research unit she will swallow an experimental painkiller every morning, give blood on the minute, and walk away with £4,180, enough to clear the debt on a flat she has already lost. Then, at three in the morning, she finds the quiet Polish man from the next dorm shaking by the water cooler with a strip of smuggled capsules in his fist. When he collapses in the dayroom four days later and dosing stops for everyone, Dee is the only one who knows why. Telling could save the drug and seven people's pay. It would also destroy a man who begged her to keep quiet. A novel about bodies for hire and what people become when they are paid to wait.