But the only thing thathurtwas her pounding head.
Which probably wasn’t a good sign...
No idea how much time had passed since she killed Davis and passed out on the floor. The barn hadn’t heated up yet, so: morning?
Which day, though?
How many days had she gone with just one tiny bottle of spit-laced water to drink?
Because this was one of the final symptoms, wasn’t it: the special forces bloke said so, in his doco. Your muscles seize up. And then you die.
All that time and effort spent getting rid of her bloody anchor, and fat lot of good it did her. The caravan was just sitting there, ripe for the taking, and she couldn’t even move...
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The pool car crawled along Auchmill Road, through a forest of orange traffic cones. No idea why they were there though – thousands and thousands of the things: sod-all evidence of anyone doing any work.
Should rechristen them ‘Roadnotworks’.
The radio burbled away to itself, but Tufty wasn’t boogying along in the driver’s seat. Instead, he was making sour-frog faces and doing lots of sighing.
Lounging in the back, Steel was still wearing her peaked cap, kicking the back of his seat every now and then. Scowling away.
Which left Logan in the passenger seat, working through Doreen’s one-page reports on all the sharny cases he’d inherited. Blah, blah, blah, blah...
Ding-buzz.
Probably better check that. Never knew: might be important.
And even if itwasn’tit was better than reading all this boring rubbish.
TARA:
GOOD NEWS!
Susan says she can get me into Costco on her card.
We’re going after work to buy MUCHO FOOD!
AND BOOZE!!!
‘Hmmmph.’ Steel kicked Tufty’s seat again. ‘Saidwe should’ve taken the bypass.’
‘It’s not my fault they has roadworks everywhere!’
Another kick. ‘Straight out Hazlehead, get on at the Kingswells junction, and we’d bethereby now.’
Logan poked out a reply:
If you see something nice for tea – nab it.
And maybe some corn on the cob?
And a cheap piano wouldn’t hurt.
Do they sell pianos?
SEND.
