Wyatt shakes his head. ‘Look at us three. I can’t go home because my dad scares the shit out of me. Carter won’t go home because her parents think she’s selfish for telling them the truth, and Argylle hasn’t even got a home, poor bastard.’ ‘Jesus,’ says Carter, looking from one to the other with an expression of dawning horror. ‘Don’t tell me that means I have to be in some kind of club with you two assholes. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.’
