37 Eighteen years earlier.
‘f**k’s sake, Greg, do something mate!’ Lewis yelled, his eyes red, panic written loud across his face.
‘Like what?’
‘I dunno, CPR or something? Chuck a glass of water over her. Anything.’
‘Well I dunno how to do CPR,’ Greg said. ‘Do you?’
‘Course I don’t! Do I look a doctor to you?’
Greg looked at the girl, then looked up at Lewis. ‘Mate. She’s gone.’
Lewis looked down at her, then slowly started shaking his head. ‘No. No. She can’t be. This can’t be happening.’ He leaned over her and shook her by the shoulders. ‘Come on, babe! Wake up!’
Greg watched as Lewis tried desperately to revive the girl, but it was no good. She was long gone.’
‘f**k! f**k!’ Lewis started pacing around the flat. ‘We’ve got to get rid of her mate,’ he said, finally.
‘Wait, what?
