“Anyway, stop side-stepping the issue, Wong... I’m finding it hard enough to think straight as it is!”
He runs a hand over his face and shakes his head as though he is physically trying to clear it of a dense fog. For a few seconds we just walk and he looks over at me with this expression that double-checks whether or not I really want to know and I give him a look that tells him that I’m there if he wants to talk but that he doesn’t have to.
“f**k it...” he says, taking a deep drink from his can. I’ve lost track of how much he’s had to drink, but based on how I feel I figure he must be fairly drunk.
“You know Lauren, Right? Well she’s started mucking around with Declan Flinders. You know, that water polo guy?” He trails off, his voice a little strained and a little slurred. There aren’
