‘Oh, save me the sob story about your hurt feelings. I know just how petty and humourless you can be. You proved it when you objected to our review of Hands Down. And what’s more petty than insisting thatIinterview Jonny. You enjoy playing mind games. You’re a sadist.’
‘Wow, you really don’t think much of me.’
‘Look me in the eye and tell me you’ve told me the whole truth about Marcie.’
He looked away and my shoulders sagged in disappointment. I’d wanted to believe him. But just when I’d started to trust him, he’d blown it.
‘I’ve told you everything that’s relevant.’
I laughed. ‘Jesus, Nick. Listen to yourself – you’re digging yourself deeper.’
He didn’t respond because Simon and Jess returned from their cigarette break.
‘I’ve ordered a taxi,’ said Simon, ignoring Nick. ‘Come on, Zoë, we can leave now.’
We didn’t say much as we rode the lift down again. We’d agreed to let Jess take the cab, while the two of us got the tube, but she seemed so unsteady on her feet, I suggested maybe Simon should go back with her to make sure she got home okay.
‘I’m sorry about all this,’ I told him, before he climbed into the cab.
‘I guess he fooled us all.’
Was he saying I was to blame? He closed the door before I could ask. I looked up at the top floor as the taxi drove away. If Nick was watching us, he was making sure he stayed hidden.
