RARELY do I allow my bedtime reading to rob me of much-needed sleep. The temptation is often there but has to be resisted if next day is not to be write-off. Bit like drinking red wine; the extra glass (or two) rarely justifies the inevitable frowziness and inertia that follow. However, this latest creation of star crime writer Mark Billingham proved to be a rare exception. Loss of sleep was a small price to pay to see how the continually intriguing Rabbit Hole would end. The minutes and then the hours rolled by. On beyond midnight. Into the wee small… Continue reading