"Oh no you don't," Jimmy said, and jerked one of his legs out from under him so he sat down again. "You stay put. Miss?" he called to the barista. "Me mate's not well. Any chance of a jug of iced water? Yeah - ta."
He turned back to Ricky. "I think you'd better show me that email account. Were'd be the bet place? Your office? Your place. The fucking library?"