He went as soon as he received the phone call, while the shop was still quiet and before any of the catering staff were due on duty. A week ago, he wouldn’t have considered such discretion necessary. He threaded his way through the deserted kitchen area to the little private room and watched his friend shut the door carefully behind him. ‘Did anyone see you coming in here?’ Jason asked. ‘I don’t think so. My own staff will notice I’m missing if I’m away for any length of time. Does it matter?’ ‘Probably not. I just felt that the fewer people who saw us getting together the better. They might think we’re plotting.’ ‘As we are.’ Jason looked at him sharply. ‘I wouldn’t call it that. I’d say we were thinking about the new situation and how it might affect us.’ Both of them were silent for a moment, assessing the accuracy of this. Gerry wondered if Jason was thinking, as he was, that last week neither of them would have worried about people noting their movements.
