Cassie sits in the car with the rain thrashing at the windows, still clutching her phone. There's a tap at the passenger side and she jumps, then sees Rob through the darkness, getting soaked. She reaches over to unlock the door.

He slides into the passenger seat, shivering. "Hi," he says easily, as if it hasn't been months since they last saw each other.

"Hi." She can't express how relieved she is to see him, dripping water all over her car seat. He locks the door again without her having to ask.

"So..." He looks at her questioningly. "Want to come back to mine?"

That does sound safer than returning to her place, as Johnstone might have found out where she lives. She nods.

"Want me to drive?"

"No, I'm okay." She starts the engine and finds that she's stopped trembling. "Are you still at Heather's?"

"No, I've got a new place."

He directs her to his new home in the middle of nowhere. He lives on the bottom floor of a house that's been converted into two flats. There's graffiti on the wall and she makes out the word "Adam" as he lets her in.

"Tea or whisky?" he asks, gesturing for her to sit down on the one sofa.

"Whisky."

Rob pours her a drink and then goes to dry off. He returns holding his own glass, clinking the ice cubes together. As he settles down beside her, it feels like so many other nights, in spite of the new surroundings.

"Are you sure it was one of Johnstone's men you saw?" he asks.

"I think so." She feels foolish now, thinking of how scared she must have sounded on the phone and how Rob had immediately said, "I'll come and find you."

"Why did you call me, anyway?" His brow furrows. "Why not Sam?"

The ring on her finger, the one Rob politely isn't mentioning, glints at them. "You were the first person I thought of," she says truthfully. "And Sam's working," she adds, remembering.

"I could have been working, too."

"Were you?"

"No. I took time out of my busy social schedule to come to you." He clinks their glasses together.

She smiles, then stops. "When I saw him... he did the whole..." She makes the throat-slitting gesture. "Which is what Johnstone did, right before..."

"Oh, Cass." He sets his drink down and pulls her into a hug, stroking her hair.

"I'm okay," she says against his shoulder. "Really." She lets out a long breath. "I probably shouldn't have called you."

"I'm glad you did." He picks up his glass again and they drink in silence, savouring the moments until she has to go home.