“Not sure. But if they’re assuming we’re heading back to the same Tube station, they might have circled around so we don’t notice them.”
“Do you think Blake’s behind the other guy? Just checking we are who we say we are?”
“He knows that you’re a well-known freelance journalist. That you write for prestigious national newspapers. He might be less certain of me. He didn’t ask for my surname.”
“Is it worth taking evasive manoeuvres on the way back?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t exit the park the way we came in.”
Kaden changed direction. “Let’s go around the lake to Baker Street.”
“Whereabouts does Harris live?”
Kaden shot him a look. “You want to know if they’re still inside him?”
“I’d feel better if I knew.”
“He might be at work.”
“Not if he’s still ill. It would give us distance from the followers.”
“I’ll call him. If he’s at work, he won’t answer… It’s ringing. Hey, it’s me. Just checking if the Marmite worked, because if it didn't, maybe you don’t have what I did and need help.”
Joe moved in close to listen.
“Whatever that thing was with Marmite, it made me… I’ve spent the last few days in the bathroom. I even slept in there. Everything I eat comes back up or…out in another way. Did the doctors say what the virus was?”
“No.”
“Strange treatment.”
“Maybe it was the best way to get a lot of salt inside us.”
“Purging the system makes sense.”
“Is there anything you need? Orange juice? Food?”
It was quite a time before Harris spoke. “You’re offering to bring me orange juice and food?”
“If you need it.”
“I… I do. Thank you. Orange juice without pulp.”
“I know. See you later.”
By the time Kaden pressed Harris’ buzzer, no one was following them. Kaden had no idea how Joe could tell, but he believed him.
“Yes?” Harris said into the intercom.
“Orange juice delivery.”
The door lock to the lobby clicked open.
“He’s not going to be happy to see me with you,” Joe said.
Kaden smiled. “No.”
He wasn’t. Harris opened the door and scowled at Joe. “He’s not coming in.”
