Luke’s good news buoyed them as they continued their packing, stacking the boxes in the living room, ready for putting in the van the next day.
“You know, I’d like to go back to Earl’s Court,” Luke said, when they broke for lunch.
Andy, who had crashed on the sofa, cracked open one eye. “Why? What’s there?”
“It’s where I was attacked. I would like to go back, to get closure, as the Americans call it.”
Andy groaned. He hated crowds. All he wanted to do that night was have a nice hot bath and an early night cuddled up with Luke. But what Luke had said made a certain amount of sense.
“Cool. They got night clubs there? You said you were hurt outside a gay pub.” Craig was winding himself up into a state of excitement.
“You won’t be going,” Andy said.
“Why not?”
“You’re not old enough,
