You escort him back to the bar where your friend is waiting. She flashes you a dazzling smile. 'That will do nicely. I'll have a little something dropped off at your place, shall I?'

Later, they go upstairs together, her arm possessively round his waist.

Later still, as you sit at the bar, considering whether it's really late enough to go home, two expressionless men carry a bundle wrapped in a blanket down the stairs and out to the alley. You order another drink.