"Carla, if we're going to do this, we need to do it right. From what Steph has told me, he's got on the wrong side of a lot of people," he says as I try to keep up with what he's saying.
"If he's found in his flat. All the police will think is that someone he's wronged has finally caught up with him. They'll never suspect us, why would they?"
I feel the shaking return, just like earlier and I can't control it. I know this is what we need to do and yet I'm scared, I'm so scared.
Just as I'm about to reply and agree with him, I suddenly remember. I suddenly remember just why we can't just pretend it wasn't us.
"Nick, there were more." I see his head suddenly shoot up, his eyes wide in shock at what I said.
"There were two more but they left, they left just before he-" I try to stay but I'm stopped by the tears that just continue to flow and I can't stop them as I realise I'll be carrying this with me for the rest of my life. I'm never truly going to escape. The fear will never really be gone.
"Oh god," he says as he realises that there were two people. Two people who probably knew him. Two people who know he was here tonight, who know I was here tonight.
He sees my worried face and tries to reassure me.
"Don't worry, this doesn't matter," I look up to him in confusion, how can he think this doesn't matter?
Of course it matters.
There's no way out of this now.
"If they tell the police about him being here, they will implicate themselves. They wouldn't do that. They wouldn't drop themselves in it just so they can drop you in it, trust me."
I feel slightly more relaxed now but I still fear that we'll still be caught, that it won't just be me going to prison but I'd be dragging Nick down with me.
I can't do that to him, not after everything I've already done, everything he doesn't even know about.
"Right, I need to go and have a look through the door, to see if he left the vehicle he came in out there. If he did, we can take him in that," he starts to rise to his feet but I quickly grab his hand and pull him back.
"No, I'll do it." I offer, to which he nods.
It isn't to save him from doing it but I just can't stand being so near to the body, I can't bare it.
As I step across towards the door of the bistro, my heels make crunching noises as I tread across the glass scattered on the floor from the smashed table.
When I finally approach the door and start to look outside, I see a worrying sight. The car they came in is gone, probably with the other two but that's not the worrying part.
It's who I can see in the distance, walking forwards directly for the bistro, for us.
Leanne.