Beccy had texted Faith announcing that she was safe and at home, and Lemon had been discovered in the loos at Rumourz. A bouncer had extracted him from his foetal position on the floor of a cubicle and carried him outside. Rory spotted them shivering on the steps of a nearby warehouse. Lemon had his head between his knees. Beside him, all Rory could make out of Faith was those endless legs clad in disturbingly tight leather jeans with killer heels. He suddenly felt unaccountable nervous. Then she stood up and he realised that she looked quite normal from the waist up, swathed in tatty layers, her hair pulled back from her scrubbed face. There was something different about her shape, too. Rory thought he hadn’t seen her look this pretty for weeks. But, as usual, she was first on the attack. ‘You took your time. He won’t stand up and I can’t get him to the car park,’ she announced through chattering teeth. Then she hastily zipped up her bodywarmer and crossed her arms in front of her chest, hurriedly turning away from him.
