47
The argument raging in John Kennedy House was loud enough to attract the dead. Sam was pacing the room. ‘We’ve been through this already. There’s no way of going back, and there’s no point.’
Vicky despaired. ‘No point? There are three hundred people over there, Sam. Is that your definition of no point? Jesus Christ, there might not even be another three hundred people left alive in the bloody country.’
‘I get that, I really do, but from where I’m standing it looks impossible.’
‘From where you’re standing? Yeah, that just about sums you up, Sam. It’s all about you and what you’re thinking. You don’t give a s**t about anybody else.’
‘If that was true, I’d have left you and Selena in Trafalgar Square to die all those weeks ago. My point is not that you shouldn’t help the folks over th
