“Oh, for God’s sake.” I knew there was a reason Daisy’s been a bit off with me. I pick up one of her discarded vest tops, fold it up and place it next to her backpack. “If anyone should be pissed off, it should be me. She was trying to tell me the other night that Elliot, the guy I pulled before we left London, tried to kiss her while I was in the toilet at the Love Lies nightclub – when actually it was the other way round. When I got back from the loo, he asked me to go to the bar with him and told me, and I quote, ‘You want to watch out for your mate. She was all over me like a rash as soon as you left the room. It was embarrassing. I had to push her off.’”

“And you believed him?”

“Yeah.” I pick up another T-shirt, fold it neatly and place it on top of Daisy’s vest. “It’s not like it’s the first time it’s happened. A few weeks before that, we met a couple of guys at Heavenly and went back to one of their houses. The guy she pulled went home after a couple of drinks, and I passed out on the sofa. When I woke up, she was rolling around on the floor with the guy I’d kissed.”

“No!” Al looks aghast. “Did you say anything?”

“Not then, no. I pretended to go back to sleep, but I confronted her about it the next day in the taxi home, and she just laughed and said, ‘You said in the club that you didn’t like him that much.’ She acted like she hadn’t done anything wrong.”

“It’s like she’s in competition with you.”

“I know. It’s weird and embarrassing and I need to talk to her about it, but—” A shadow passes across the open doorway to the girls’ dormitory.

“What?” Al follows my gaze.

“Someone was out there, listening.”

Neither of us says anything for several minutes as we stare at the doorway. Nothing happens.

“Who do you think it was?” Al asks.

“No idea. Hopefully not Daisy. I can’t deal with another argument.”

“Another argument?”

“It’s not important.” I pick up a pile of Daisy’s necklaces, lying discarded and tangled on top of her backpack, and start unpicking them. I forgot I didn’t tell her about the argument I had with Daisy before she stamped on the lizard. Al was having such a good night. It was the first time in weeks she hadn’t mentioned Simone. “By the way, I don’t suppose you know if Johan gave Daisy a psychic reading during her massage?”

“What? Where did that come from?”

“Kane said a couple of things to me before my massage that were a bit close to the bone, but he didn’t pretend to be psychic.”