He turned into Bassett Road and trotted up to Natasha’s house. Herlights were off. He cursed and turned on his heel, pacing away to atree opposite her window. He leaned against it and folded his arms,debating whether or not to wake her.

Saul had no illusions. He could never go back, he had become arat. There was no way into that world again. But he had lived thereonce and he missed his friends.

As he stood trying to make up his mind, a slouching figure madeits way down the street. With a sudden thrill, Saul recognized thestumbling gait. As the man approached Natasha’s house and slowed,Saul cupped his hands over his mouth and hissed, ‘Kay.’

Kay jumped and looked all around him in confusion. Saul hissedagain. Kay stared straight at him for a moment and panned his eyesaround, comically nervous.

Saul stepped out of the cover of the tree.

‘Jesus, Saul man, you gave me a heart attack!’ said Kay as heslumped with relief. ‘You were fucking invisible under that tree, andyour voice has gone all weird…’ He stopped short suddenly, shookhis head and put his hands to his face.

‘Shit, man!’ he hissed, looking wildly around him. ‘What’s goneon? How the fuck are you? I just heard about all your shit! Jesus!What’s happened?’

Saul had reached him, and he slapped his shoulder and gripped hishand.

‘Seriously, Kay, you wouldn’t fucking believe it. I’m not fobbingyou off, man, it’s just… I don’t even understand it myself.’

Kay’s face had screwed up.

‘What is that stink, man? Is that you? I mean no offence, man,but…’

‘I’m… hiding out.’

‘Where? The fucking sewers?’ Saul said nothing and Kay’s eyeswidened. ‘Fuck me! You aren’t! I wasn’t serious…’ Saul cut himoff.

‘Yeah, well, you heard about me getting out of the cell? I got tohide, man, the police think I killed my dad.’

Kay stared at him for a moment.

Saul was aghast. ‘No I fucking didn’t. Jesus, do you have to askme that?’

All the talk of chase and crime and capture was making himnervous, and he backed into the darkness under the tree, pulling Kaywith him.

‘So what are you doing?’ said Kay.

‘Oh…’ Saul was vague. ‘I’ve got to find something to prove Ididn’t do it.’ He could not explain that he could never go back.

‘What about the two cops?’ Saul stared at Kay blankly. ‘The oneswho bought it in your flat.’

Saul stared at him in mounting horror.

‘Didn’t you know?’

‘So what fucking happened?’ Saul shook his lapels. Kay backedaway, wrinkling his nose.

‘I don’t know, I don’t know. Fabian came up to Tash’s waving anewspaper around. The police have been interviewing him all day, saidthe two watching your flat got beat up and died. They’ve got youpegged for it, man.’

Kay had no malice. He could see that Saul knew nothing of thecrime, and felt only concern, no more suspicion.

‘Do you… know… do you know who…’ he continued. ‘No, but Ithink I know someone who does. Shit!’ Saul ran his hands through hishair. ‘Shit, they’ll be going ballistic for me now! Shit!’

He’s going to tell me, he thought, overcome with rage. No morepetulant silences. When I find King Rat he’s got to tell me who’sdoing this and why, and fuck all this fobbing me off.

He turned back to Kay.

‘What’s going on, man? Why you here?’

Kay pointed up the road.

‘I was in the pub with Tash and Fabe and this geezer Tash hasstarted cutting some tracks with. It’s a lock-in… we’re alltalking about you, man.’ He grinned weakly. ‘I realized I left my bagat Tash’s, and she give me her keys. I’m going back in a minute. Youwant to come?’ Saul hesitated and Kay began to urge him. ‘Come on,man, everyone’s worried fucking sick over you, man. Fabe’sterrible.’

Saul thought of Fabian and felt a wave of nostalgia. Hisfriendships felt shockingly distant. He wanted to come to the pub,but he was suddenly terrified. He had nothing in common with thesepeople any more, though he wanted them desperately; he missed them.What could he say to them, tell them? And the police… they werealready questioning them. After this latest killing, could he riskincriminating them?

‘I… can’t, Kay. I’m wanted, man, and I can’t be hanging aroundin pubs and stuff. I got to keep moving. But… will you tell themthat I’m missing them and I promise I’ll try to see them. And Kay…tell them if they don’t hear from me for a bit they can’t worry…I’m sorting things out. OK? Will you tell them that?’

‘Are you sure you won’t come back?’

Saul shook his head.

Kay acquiesced with a sideways nod. ‘So… at least tell mewhat’s going on. How the fuck d’you get out of prison?’

Saul even laughed a little.

‘It was only a cell, and… I really can’t explain now. I’m reallysorry.’

‘How are you looking after yourself?’

‘Kay… I can’t, alright? Please stop, man. I can’t explainit.’

‘But are you OK?’ Kay was concerned. ‘You don’t sound all thatgood. Like I say, your voice is all… weird, and you smell… like…’

‘I know, but I can’t talk about it. I promise I’m looking aftermyself. I have to go, man. I’m sorry. Give them all my big love.’ Hetouched him briefly on the shoulder and walked into the dark, turningto wave.

Kay stood under the tree, waving back. His eyes peered intently asSaul left the circle of shadow and found other darkness beside thefront walls of houses.

‘Take care, man,’ Kay said, too loud, from behind him.

Saul was lost to his sight.

Kay stood for a moment under the tree before walking slowly toNatasha’s front door and letting himself in. He was deeply confused.Something was obviously very wrong with Saul, but he could not tellwhat. The man had turned into some kind of Ninja, for one thing; walkfive feet away from him and he turned invisible. And his voice…husky and somehow… close up.

It had unnerved Kay, made him a little afraid. It was clear thatSaul did not know anything about the dead policemen, but Kay foundhimself wondering whether he was somehow involved without knowing it.There was certainly a touch of the psychopath about him tonight: hiseyes all dark, his voice and manner intense, and that smell…! Theman must be living in pigshit. Could he really be dossing in thesewers? How would you even get into them?

He was afraid for his friend.

He found his bag in the unlit sitting-room and left the flat,locking the door behind him. He was eager to tell the others of hismeeting. At least Saul was… well, alive, if not OK.

He stepped out into the street and turned left, still shaking hishead in confusion. Something emerged from a patch of darkness behindhim and moved in fast. Kay heard nothing. Metal twirled briefly andsomething long and hard cracked him on the back of his head. Kayemitted a gasp of air as he fell forward, was caught, dead-weight,hanging like a corpse, before he hit the pavement.

Blood welled up and dribbled onto his bag, trickling inside,staining the covers of records by Ray Keith and the Omni Trio.