The media hadn’t taken long to realise how their celebrities were making their escape. Fortunately, they’d stayed ahead, but that meant their parting was hasty, with nothing more than a quick nod, and a “Call me,” from Gary. Alex’s friend turned out to be none other than the famous Robert King’s brother. The director’s kin might be gay, but Phillip could hardly expect that to imply some kind of camaraderie. William King had picked Phillip up in his private boat, dropped Gary off near public transport, and taken Phillip on to his flat.
William’s communication began with an abrupt statement. “I’m doing this because Alex and Nick asked, not for your sake.”
His parting speech proved shorter still. “I’ll be back Friday morning and expect to find you gone.”
Was this William’s flat? A friend’s
