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you just pay back what you owe?” Suzy said.
    “Great idea. Why didn't I think of that?”
    “I don't know, Todd. Why didn't you?” Suzy spat the words. “Why don't you pay your debts instead of blowing your money in the casino?”
    “A few thousand wouldn't make any difference.”
    “How much do you owe?”
    “A lot.”
    “How much?”
    “Two.” He picked at a nail.
    “Two hundred grand?”
     “Two million.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Just under two million actually.”
    Suzy picked up the bottle, poured herself a large measure, and took a swig.
    “Holy crap. How can you owe two million?”
    “It's—.” He hesitated.
    “Complicated. I bet it is. Can you get your hands on that kind of money?”
    He laughed.
    “What's funny?”
    “Don't you think I'd have paid them back if I could?”
    “What about Rawhide?”
    “What about him?”
    “Couldn't he help?”
    “It's got fuck all to do with him.”
    “How do you get to owe two million pounds?”
    Todd picked up the bottle, but Suzy grabbed his hand, and forced him to put it down again. “Getting pissed isn't the answer.”
    “It's the only answer.”
    “Why do you owe them two million?”
    “Gambling debts.”
    “Jees, Todd.  How do you lose that much money?”
    “Unlucky streak.”
    “You must be the unluckiest person in the world to lose two million.”
    “You don't know the half of it.”
    “There's more?”
    “It doesn't matter.”
    “Come on. You may as well tell me everything now.”
    “You know how I was arrested in Spain?”
    “Yeah. Lacey told me it was something to do with drugs.”
    “I was meant to bring the drugs into the UK. The money I'd have been paid for delivering them would have allowed me to make a substantial payment against my gambling debts. But I lost my nerve and dumped them. It's a good job I did because I got picked up a day later. The Spanish cops tried to bluff that they'd found the haul, but they had nothing. That's how Raw was able to get me out so quickly. I didn't need his help—they'd have had to let me go anyway.”
    “What happened to the drugs?”
    “I dumped them in the sea.”
    “Why don't you explain what happened, to the people you were working for?”
    “It wouldn't help. You don't cross men like Tony Waverley. He paid me to bring in the drugs—I didn't. End of. ”
    Suzy stared at Todd. He'd lost all of his swagger and bravado. “What do we do now?”
    “You need to get the first train back home.” He pulled out another wedge of notes. “Here take this and go now.”
    “I'm not leaving you.”
    “You have to.”
    “Actually, no I don't.”
    “This isn't some kind of game,” Todd said. “These guys mean business.”
    “Then you're going to need all the help you can get. There must be something you can do. What if you got out of the country?”
    “Maybe, but they have people on their payroll at the ports and airports.”
    “There must be somewhere we can go.”
    Todd's eyes lit up. “Actually, there might be somewhere.”

Chapter 7
     
     
    Kings Cross station was heaving with passengers rushing back and forth.
    “I've never been to Scotland,” Suzy said as Todd bought the tickets.
    “Two singles to Leumoor.” He said to the man behind the counter. “First class.”
     
    “Why did you get First class?” Suzy said, as they walked towards the platform.
    Todd shrugged. “Why not?”
    “You owe two million pounds. Don't you think you should try to cut back a little?”
    Todd bent down and kissed her forehead. “You're funny.”
    “Get off.” She brushed his kiss away. “I'm not the one who's crazy here. I don't owe drug overlords two million pounds.”
    Todd laughed. “Drug overlords? You've been watching too much TV.”
     
    “Can we trust your friend?” Suzy asked.
    “We'll be okay. Billy's a good lad.”
    “Who is he anyway?”
    “A guy I went to Uni with. His family is minted—old money. They've got property all over the country and overseas. The place he's