15
Manchester, 1998
“Go inside,” I say, handing Yunjin a small wad of notes. “Order lots of food.” I hand her a key. “If I’m not back by dessert, head back to my flat. Pull the washing machine away from the wall. There’s a bin bag taped to the back of it with enough cash for you to start a new life."
“But, I can’t take your money—” Yunjin says.
“If I’m not back in a couple of hours, the cash’ll be no good to me anyway.”
“Whatever you’re—you don’t have to— “
I lean across her and push the passenger door open.
Yunjin hesitates. She can see I’m not for budging. “Thank you,” she says, getting out.
I pull the door closed and leave her standing on the pavement outside the restaurant. It’s a Chinese place called The Happy Dragon. The food’s good and the owner's clean. Besides, it’s in Chi
