Chapter 63

He grabbed his bag and bolted. As he fled up the stairs, a burly security guard and Coach were wrestling the knife out of Jack’s hands in the corridor, both shouting at him, and Jack shouting back, face red and voice hoarse and shrill with fury.

“You fucking steer clear of me, Jensen!” he bellowed after Luca, who didn’t dare look back. “F’you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of here, you fucking queer!”

Luca reached the top of the stairs, and ran.

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The living room went blue.

For a brief moment, Tav blinked stupidly at the running kit he was hanging up to dry on the radiator, wondering if he was having a weird stroke or something, then he looked up. The colour was spinning, and outside he could see a blue light on a white roof. Police car. Outside Luca’s house.