BEGINNING TO DISINTEGRATEPart iv
‘You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me,’ Jas said, leaning over the front seats of the van. Hollis was behind the wheel, Harte and Gordon beside him. Jas was in the back with his bike and as much food and drink as they’d been able to load up from the supermarket before the swollen crowds of bodies around the building had forced them out.
‘I’m serious,’ Gordon said. ‘I know this isn’t the nicest of spots, but it’s got everything you said we were looking for.’
‘They were in the middle of knocking the bloody place down. Doesn’t that tell you something?’
They’d stopped on a stretch of road overlooking a huge and particularly ugly-looking block of flats. More accurately, the one remaining huge and particularly ugly-looking block. Next to it, an enormous pile o
