DAY EIGHTY-SEVEN
The shifts in perspective were predictable and infuriating. People had been desperate to get away from the Tower of London – until it had been time to move, and then some of them had needed to almost be dragged down to the boat. Now, less than twenty-four hours later, those same people were equally reluctant to leave the perceived security of their temporary home on the water. They’d had a choice, of course, but David had spelt it out to them all first thing: you leave with us, or you stay here and fend for yourselves.
Sanjay and Gary volunteered to check the jetty and make sure their way off the water was clear. The relative silence out here this morning was reassuring, emphasising the space around them. After their incarceration in the Tower, living on top of each othe
