“I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m not selfish in bed. Not usually.”
“Ugh. I loathe you.”
Nix overtook a bus. “You don’t want to come with me?”
“Just shut up.”
“Youdowant to come with me? We’ll have to keep trying until we manage it at the same time.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh, do you have a problem and come too fast?”
“You’ll never find out.”
Nix smiled. Aggravating the uptight Emmett was fun.
They came up against a police barrier at the end of Dewsbury Street.
“We’ll walk from here,” Nix said. “I know this is going to be difficult, but you can let go of me now.”
Emmett almost fell off the bike in his haste to dismount. “If you drove like a sensible person, I wouldn’t have needed to hang onto you.”
“I know.”
Emmett glowered at him.
They locked their helmets away before they made their way down the street. A group of people were gathered together staring at police activity at the foot of a tower block.
“What’s happened?” Emmett asked one of the women.
“Someone jumped.”
Nix glanced at Emmett who shrugged. They’d both had the same thought. Maybe this was the guy they were looking for.
“Do you know who?” Emmett asked.
“Young Jamaican. Don’t know his name.”
“I think it was Charlie,” someone else said.
“Charlie Rose? He wouldn’t jump,” another woman said.
“I didn’t.”
Both Nix and Emmett spun round, but they were the only ones who did. A twenty-something Jamaican man was staring at the tower. His jeans and T-shirt were covered in blood, but he didn’t look to have any injuries.
“Think it’s safe to assume we’re the only ones who can see him?” Emmett whispered.
“Yep.”
Emmett moved back until he was at the guy’s side. “Charlie Rose?”
The man’s eyes widened. “You can see me? Can you touch me too? I’ve been asking people but they’re ignoring me and I can’t seem to touch them.”
Nix took his arm and Charlie moaned.
“You can feel me.” Charlie’s eyes widened. “What the fuck, man? Why not anyone else? What’s happening?”