Mrs. Latham eyeballed me like a hawk watching a bunny as I stepped outside. “No, not a loan shark, Mr. Cavendish. It just isn’t worth it.” I looked at my watch. “Three o’clock this afternoon.”
“Forget it.” Denholme put down his net. “File for bankruptcy. Reynard’ll do the papers for you, he’s a good man. A hard bullet to bite, I should know, but it’ll get your creditors off your back. The law is clear—”
“Law? The only experience my creditors have of the law is squatting over a can in an overcrowded cell.”
“Then go to ground.”
“These people are very, very well connected with the ground.”
“Not beyond the M25 they aren’t, I bet. Stay with friends.”
Friends? I crossed off those to whom I owed money, the dead, the disappeared-down-time’s-rabbit-hole, and I was left with …
Denholme made h
