31DAY SEVENTY-NINE
The morning came too soon, many people having hardly slept. Yesterday had been a maniacal day of contrasts: elation at finally being able to eat properly, tempered by the loss of Vicky and the fact that Omar hadn’t yet returned. Although very little alcohol had been recovered in the haul taken from the south bank, there’d been a decent amount held in reserve and, until yesterday, no reason for celebration. Dominic had given agreement for the booze to flow freely last night, and plenty of people were worse for wear as a result. They didn’t get to drink that often these days; they’d all become lightweights.
The noise had kept Selena awake for hours. She got up and walked the short distance to Tower Bridge, heading for the lookout point Lynette had shown her. She was surp
