"Ah," Kit said knowingly, "one of those friends." In her time with John, his mates had generally fallen into one of two categories: there were the ones she knew, often mutual friends, some casual acquaintances that they might meet down the pub, or some, like Chas, who'd really stuck around.
And then there was the alternate category. The spooky category. Names which, if she'd even heard them, evoked no faces or pleasant memories, but rather floated around in her head like mythical figures whose legends had been lost in translation.
Of course, if she'd known this category also included a trim man in dark glasses who took off running every time he saw her, she might not have formed the same ideas about how dangerous this group could be. But still, she'd never asked, and he'd never told her.
Kit took another puff of the cigarette, pondering his offer. She'd already had enough of his presence to make her feel dizzy with confusion and nostalgia and a slew of other things she couldn't identify; on the other hand, it was utterly ridiculous that she was considering avoiding him when he was the reason she'd come all this way. Grow up, you wee eejit. It's only John.
But then, that was precisely the problem.
"Aye, all right," she said finally, and her curiosity to see his reaction drove her to glance up as she replied. "He only told me where everythin' was - all in one breath, I think. But even if he had, I'm sure the Constantine Grand Tour is like no other." She managed a smile.
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And then there was the alternate category. The spooky category. Names which, if she'd even heard them, evoked no faces or pleasant memories, but rather floated around in her head like mythical figures whose legends had been lost in translation.
Of course, if she'd known this category also included a trim man in dark glasses who took off running every time he saw her, she might not have formed the same ideas about how dangerous this group could be. But still, she'd never asked, and he'd never told her.
Kit took another puff of the cigarette, pondering his offer. She'd already had enough of his presence to make her feel dizzy with confusion and nostalgia and a slew of other things she couldn't identify; on the other hand, it was utterly ridiculous that she was considering avoiding him when he was the reason she'd come all this way. Grow up, you wee eejit. It's only John.
But then, that was precisely the problem.
"Aye, all right," she said finally, and her curiosity to see his reaction drove her to glance up as she replied. "He only told me where everythin' was - all in one breath, I think. But even if he had, I'm sure the Constantine Grand Tour is like no other." She managed a smile.