Chapter 3

“You could come back to mine for a drink?” Adrian offered. “It’s not far.”

“A drink?” Percy lifted an eyebrow.

Adrian smiled and raised an eyebrow in his turn. “Let’s start with a drink, shall we? And see where we go from there?”

Percy thought for a moment. Adrian was inviting Percy into his home. It was extremely unlikely that he and his friend were anything other than they appeared—well off gents who worked in the city. In f it was an of trust on Adrian’s part to invite Percy home with him. And Phil’s to take Les back to his flat.

Percy sighed. “A drink sounds lovely,” he said. “Thank you.”

It was a fifteen minute walk from the Albert Hall to the quiet street near Russell Square where Adrian had his flat.

They walked in silence for a while, the July evening dark and intimate. “We could have shared the taxi, got them to drop us off,” Adrian said, as they set out. “It’s what we usually do after concerts. But it felt like it would be cramping their style.”