Old Brompton Road wasn’t anywhere near as bad as Andy had feared. Luke bore up surprisingly well when they reached the place where he said he’d been attacked. It was fairly well lit. Andy was saddened no one had seen anything and come to Luke’s rescue. They didn’t linger, Luke leading them to a place he said was the closest thing he had to his local pub.
They entered a loud, but thankfully not overly-crowded, building. The bouncer had been more interested in leering at Luke than checking on how old Craig was. With an effort, Andy managed to keep a neutral expression on his face.
Andy went to the bar. Craig said he’d have a Coke; Andy was half-expecting him to ask for something alcoholic. However, Craig probably had known he had already pushed his luck to the limit.
To his amazement, An
