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‘What? What do you mean, Nicky?’

‘When I got your names off the airport data system, there was a nice little tripwire set up there. I saw it because› sa;

‘A tripwire?’

‘Yeah. Like, a relay. So if your name came up on any flight, someone gets told.’

‘My name? Or Juliet’s?’

‘Just yours, Castor. Anyone wants to know a demon’s whereabouts, they just have to stick their nose into the wind.’

Nicky walked away without waiting for an answer. ‘I hurt his feelings?’ Juliet asked. She wasn’t contrite, she was just asking for the sake of information: something to add to her database of human foibles.

‘You shoved his face in his own mortality,’ I said. ‘Nobody likes that much.’

‘He’s already dead.’

‘Doesn’t make it any easier to live with.’

A few moments later, the tannoy told us that our flight was ready to board at Gate 17. I just about had time to finish my whisky. Nicky’s wine remained on the table behind us, untouched.

In the departure lounge, Juliet stood at the window and watched the planes taking off.

Joining her at the window, I told her about some of the side effects she could expect to encounter. She wasn’t troubled about the changes in pressure and what they might do to her ears. ‘I’ll adjust,’ was all she said. She seemed to be looking forward to the experience.

We boarded at the tail end of the line because Juliet preferred not to join the crush until the last moment. Our seats were just forward of the toilets at the very back of the cabin, in what would once have been the smoking seats – and explaining the concept of smoking seats to Juliet took us all the way through the safety lecture. She was amused at the fences and barricades that humans had built around their pleasures: but then she was amused at the whole concept of deferred gratification.

‘Well, any time you feel the urge,’ I gallantly didn’t say.

She took an almost child-like interest in the take-off, swapping seats with me so that she could look out of the window and remaining thoroughly engrossed right up until we were in the air.

But after that her mood changed. She seemed to withdraw into herself, somehow, her expression becoming cold and remote.