Josie found herself on Kings Cross Square, the large plaza fronting the twin arched, yellow sandstone façade of the original station, designed by Lewis Cubitt in 1852. Bounded by Euston Road to one side and Pancras Road to the other, the square was triangular, laid with alternate stripes of light and dark grey granite paving slabs, with long black granite benches and tree planters.
The Square had been created when the station and surrounds had been extensively, redeveloped, not that Josie knew all that. Or cared. All she cared for was finding a dealer, certain that there must be dealers nearby. There are always dealers nearby to train stations or bus terminals. Or so she had once been told by Jackson Parrott, a century or so ago. Or so it seemed.
That life, Garside, her parents, Damien,
