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before it was Terrence Malick he’d raved about. Recently, though, we’d seen a screening of
Carnal Knowledge
, so for the next few weeks Jack Nicholson was going to be It.
    I take a drink of beer and stroke Chloe’s thigh under the table. She squeezes my hand and smiles, then stretches and pushes back her chair.
    ‘I’d better be getting back.’
    She bends and kisses me, her short hair momentarily touching my face, then goes over to the bar. The Domino is off the King’s Road, close to one of our regular cinemas, but the main reason we go there is because it’s where Chloe works. Dark and modern, with cool blue lights illuminating the bottles behind the black granite counter, we’d never be able to afford to come here if Chloe couldn’t get us cheap drinks. She says her manager knows, so I suppose it must be OK. Still, I sometimes wonder if he realizes how generous he’s being.
    I watch her go behind the bar, laughing at something Tanja, one of the other girls, says as she begins serving.
    ‘Chloe’s doing all right, isn’t she?’ Yasmin says.
    I turn to see that she’s watching Chloe too. ‘Sure. Why shouldn’t she be?’
    Yasmin smiles, throwing the comment away with a shrug. ‘No reason. I was just thinking out loud.’
    It seems an odd thing to say. But I’m distracted when I hear Callum begin rubbishing Kurosawa.
    ‘Please, tell me you don’t mean that,’ I say, setting down my beer.
    Five minutes later I’ve forgotten what Yasmin said.
     
    But I remember again later that night. I have to wait until the last customers have gone, and Chloe has wiped down the bar and put away all the glasses, before we can go home.
    Outside, Tanja is waiting for a lift from her boyfriend. We say goodnight and then set off back to the flat. It’s too late for the tube and taxis are a rare luxury, but Earl’s Court isn’t too far to walk. It’s cold, though. There’s a full moon, and the beginnings of frost on the pavement glint like diamond chippings.
    I open my coat and wrap it around us. Chloe puts her arm around me, a source of warmth against my chest. The shops we pass are shuttered and closed, the wire-clad placards for yesterday’s
London Evening Standard
already old news. I suppose I should feel more nervous walking through this part of town at this time of night, but I never do. I’ve grown used to it, and with Chloe working at the bar it seems too familiar to harbour any threat.
    We’re laughing, quietly so as not to wake anyone, as we cross the road to the flat. Parked cars line the street, dark metal outlines that radiate cold. Out of the corner of my eye I see a figure detach from the shadows and head for us.
    I keep walking, my arm protectively around Chloe. The man is a tall and bulky shape in a thickly padded coat. He’s wearing a beanie hat pulled down almost to his eyes.
    ‘Got the time?’ he asks.
    His hands are in his coat pockets, but on the wrist of one I can see the gleam of a watch. My heart starts racing. We should have got a taxi.
    ‘Ten past three,’ I say, barely glancing at my own watch. It’s a new one, a birthday present from Chloe. Without being obvious I try to put myself in front of her as he comes closer. One of his hands begins to slide from its pocket, and something metallic glints in the moonlight.
    ‘Lenny?’
    The man stops. From the way he sways he’s either drunk or on something. Chloe steps forward.
    ‘Lenny, it’s me. Chloe.’
    He looks at her for a moment, then gives the slightest of nods. His chin lifts in my direction. ‘Who’s this?’
    ‘A friend.’
    She’s trying to hide it but I can hear the tightness in her voice. Whoever this man is, she’s scared of him.
    ‘A friend,’ he echoes.
    His hand is still halfway out of his pocket, as though he’s not yet made a decision. I draw breath to speak, to ask who he is and what’s going on. But Chloe clamps hold of my arm, squeezing it to silence me.
    ‘Well … ’bye, Lenny.’
    She pulls me