“Since they split up?” Arion asks, as a slight chill causes our breaths to fog. “What’s his name?” “Dead Wanker,” I say absently, just as Vance answers, “Jerome.” “Jerome?” Arion parrots in a very agitated tone. “Jerome has spent five months tending to her one dream right under our noses? He’s the bloody ex she fucking lived with, you stupid fucks,” he adds like this is all our fault. “She lived with him?” Vance asks, not sounding one bit happy.
