Chapter 6

“Thought so. I went back to find you, a week after that, and one of the other lads said he’d heard you wouldn’t be around no more.” He laughs. “Fucking awful timing, that, wasn’t it? Right, here we are. Little step, couple of inches, then you’re fine. Table on the left’s free. You sit down, I’ll get the coffee. How d’you like it? No fancy stuff here, just plain black or white.”

Daniel finds a chair and sits. “White, no sugar. Extra milk, though.”

The place sounds pretty busy, but then it usually is. Daniel’s been here before. He wonders if it’s the same girl at the counter as last time he was in, and if she’s staring at him as he folds up the white stick carefully and puts it in his coat pocket. He sits there listening to other people’s conversations until he feels a large body brush past him and a couple of mugs hit the table with a thunk.

“There you go, mate. Extra milk, just like you asked for.”