Somewhere else, Harry thinks. Somewhere away from - what? The boyfriend who killed him, the best friend who betrayed him? The various thugs and dodgy accountants and hangers-on who'd leave him dead in the water, the moment they got a better offer? The memory of the poor fucking boy he'd set to his death, Bernie-

He'd miss his mum, he supposes, but - bless her, she's not got long left.

"Somewhere else like where?"