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He had fleeting memories of moving and being moved – of stumbling and tripping, of dragging and being dragged – but he didn’t know where he was until he came around fully. David awoke slumped against a door in the hallway of a decent-sized apartment.
‘You’re still here then,’ Chapman said. ‘I’ll tell you something, mate, you might not have eaten much over the last few months, but you’re still a f*****g weight to carry.’
‘Thanks. Where are we?’
‘Safe... for now.’
‘What happened?’
‘Major league f**k up. Easier just to show you.’
He helped David get to his feet and took him over to a window. They were in a luxury high-rise between the banks of the Thames and what was left of the docks. David looked down into the seething streets below, but he couldn’t make sense of anything he was s
