THAT KIND OF TALE TAKES a while to digest. I let it sink in, piece by piece, trying to match this version against the parts I’d heard previously. I might never know the “real” story. I wasn’t even sure that either of them had been fully honest and forthcoming in their disclosures. But there was certainly a large horned individual sitting next to me, so unless I was completely losing my mind – and let’s not discount that possibility – there did seem to be an element of truth running through both stories.
“So this is the first time you’ve bumped into them since then?”
He laughed. “First time? Christ, they’ve been following my every move for two decades.” He nodded towards a corner of the club, next to the stage. I looked in that direction, but I couldn’t see what he’d seen. The only people
