Chapter 8
I haven't been back to the flat all day. It's past midnight now; everyone will be asleep. I shut the front door silently. It's not that I'm trying to avoid Naboo, I tell myself, I just…had a lot to do today.
"Vincent."
"Shit." I mutter. I spin round, and he's sitting there, watching me.
"Where've you been?" I desperately try to come up with an excuse.
"Umm…out?" I offer.
"All day?"
"Yeah, I had some stuff to do."
"Like what?" My mind goes blank.
"Just some stuff! Look, can I go to bed?" I'm starting to lose my temper now.
"Vince…"
"What? Naboo, can I just go to bed? I'm knackered, I haven't slept in ages, just leave me alone, yeah?"
"Vince, we need to talk about this."
"Can't we do it in the morning?"
"It is the morning."
"What about Howard and Bollo?"
"I'll get rid of them."
"How?"
"I'm a shaman, Vince. I can do magic, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"Go to bed. I'll see you in the morning. You're not putting this off again, though." I don't reply. Exhausted, I crawl to bed.