Jamal is suddenly overcome with a bittersweet ache. As long as he lived, he’d never get over Etienne’s death. It was senseless, and a shock, and he found out about it while sitting among the inmates at Belmarsh, watching the communal TV. For Jamal it was breaking point. Etienne was like a blood brother to him, but also the Sarrafs’ only hope in the outside world. That night, Jamal smashed his head against the wall of his cell so many times they had to restrain him, while he begged them, ‘Just kill me, kill me.’

Layla is watching him carefully. ‘Are you all right?’ she asks. He’s holding the kettle and she’s pointing to her mug that he hasn’t yet filled.

He pours her tea. ‘It’s hot,’ he murmurs, taking the mug from her so she doesn’t burn her hand. But it’s just a pathetic excuse to touch her.

When the doorbell rings she gives him a questioning look and he retreats to the study. He hears more than one male voice.

‘Is it true he’s here, Layla?’

‘Wouldn’t mind seeing him.’

Jamal knows those voices, even after all these years. The Tannous brothers, from the neighbourhood. He ran around with these guys. Hasn’t seen them since he was seventeen. Alfie was the wilder of the two, in trouble with the law more than once. Disturbing the peace. His brother Robbie was smarter. Last Jamal knew, Robbie was teaching PE at a local high school.

‘You’ve heard wrong,’ Layla says and Jamal, peering around the study doorway, watches her go to close the door on them.

‘People are saying he’s here,’ Alfie persists.

‘People are having you on, Alfie,’ she says. ‘Go home.’

‘Your mother told us, Layla,’ Robbie says softly.

Jamal hears her swear under her breath.

‘We’re not here for trouble,’ Robbie says. ‘Just let him know that the old guy’s still coaching down at Haversham Park tonight. He’ll want to see him.’

‘Fine. Whatever.’

‘You’re looking good, Layla,’ Alfie says.

‘Don’t even think about it,’ she mutters, shutting the door in his face.

She looks over to where Jamal is standing and points to the door and he knows the boys are still on the landing outside. He shakes his head. Jamal isn’t here to get nostalgic about football and old friends. Although he understood everyone’s fear at the time, he still feels betrayed. The lads he grew up with were tight, and they always vowed to watch one another’s backs, didn’t they? But his father’s bomb had killed locals. Everyone was connected; they knew either the families of those who died or the family of the accused. It was seen as disrespect to the dead to be in any way associated with the Sarrafs.

After Layla leaves for work, he rings John Conlon. He first spoke to Conlon after the visit from Violette and Eddie. It was an awkward conversation but he reasoned Conlon would want to hear from the last person to see Eddie. Now he has in mind a visit, and when Conlon has no objection he makes his way down to the Tube station. On the corner he passes a restaurant called Algiers Street Food, where a man stands outside.