Chapter Three
On any other night, the Docklands would have been a bustling hive of people and cars. But with less than an hour until Christmas, most of the inhabitants of London were already indoors.
Immune to the chilly December night, Vickey let her feet carry her, not really caring where. She just needed to… to what?
She’d told Erica and Angela she wanted to think. But that wasn’t true. She couldn’t bear to think. Thinking led to memories. And those memories always led her back to him.
It had been so long since the last time. She’d almost forgotten how painful the memories could be. Ten years on, but one wrong thought and I’m right back there again.
Why did it have to happen now, when she was already so messed up from Jake?
No, she couldn’t go there. Couldn’t bear to even think about him.
So, she walked and walked, until she finally came to one of the many redeveloped warehouses that infested the ancient city. But where others had been reborn as luxury flats, shopping complexes, and heritage sites, this single red brick structure remained much as it had done a hundred years ago but for a bright neon sign above the door that said in bold red letters Seven.
Vickey had heard the name before. Erika had mentioned it once or twice. A club?
Suddenly, she knew what she needed to do.