The refectory was much bigger than he’d imagined. Once a famous rock concert venue hosting bands like The Who and Led Zeppelin, it was now an all-singing, all-dancing, self-service canteen. The wood-panelled walls and elegant balcony were steeped in the history of debating societies and avant-garde art, but the only lasting constant, Sant reflected, was the insatiable appetite for food. Since he was eating out with Mia later, he settled for a mug of tea and a fruity flapjack.
He paid and then began scanning the crowd for Mia’s face. He shook himself and redirected his misguided thoughts back to Tony. Dr Gordon took some finding – Sant must have glanced over fifty tables before striking lucky – and when he finally did, it was clear from Tony’s empty dinner plate that he’d already eaten.
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