Jack Slater - No Way Home

‘Maybe, but that doesn’t make this a time for jokes.’

Pete took a breath, regaining control of his emotions as he fought to keep hers from pulling her back into the darkness. ‘It worked, didn’t it? You’ve got the fire back in your belly.’

‘I’ll give you fire in the belly, Pete Gayle…’

‘Good. You do that. We haven’t had a good curry in ages.’

She spun on him, fists raised. ‘I swear, you get bloody worse!’

He stepped in close, caught her round the waist with both arms and hugged her tightly. ‘Whatever gets us through, Lou.’

He felt her draw in a deep, slow breath and let it out. Then the living-room door opened and Annie burst out.

‘Daddy!’

*

Emma leaned both arms on the roof of the Nissan, drawing in deep, watching the seemingly endless flow of vehicles pass by. Finally, a bright-yellow van with a large logo on the side came through the roadworks. Orange lights began to flash on its roof and she breathed a sigh of relief.

At last.

She checked her watch. 6.38. The woman on the phone hadn’t been off by more than a few minutes. It just felt like an age had passed since she made the call. The van passed her then stopped. Reversing lights glowed and it swung half onto the verge before rolling gently back towards her, other vehicles sweeping past like impatient bats coming out for the night’s feeding.

The van stopped. The driver stepped out and headed towards her.

‘Evening, miss. What’s the problem?’

‘It just lost power and died on me. There was nothing I could do to keep it going.’ She used the remote to unlock the little car. ‘It’s not the first time it’s happened.’

‘OK. And what have you found, if anything, that gets it going again?’

‘Just time. Let it rest awhile and it’s fine. It starts up and off it goes as if nothing’s wrong. That’s the frustrating part.’

He nodded, opened the driver’s door and popped the bonnet catch.

Emma didn’t bother to watch what he was doing. She had no clue about what went on in an engine, other than that it required occasional top-ups of oil and water, and no interest either. Instead, she continued to watch the traffic pass by as the uniformed man worked under the bonnet.

The downhill flow stopped again and she glanced down towards the far end of the cones, waiting for the vehicles to start coming through from there. When a voice sounded from a few feet away, she jumped, her head snapping around, expecting it to be the repairman.

It wasn’t.

The second car back in the queue had its window rolled down and the driver was speaking to her.

‘Sorry?’

‘I said, broken down again?’

She frowned as a flutter of fear swept through her chest. ‘Excuse me?’

‘Wasn’t that the same car I saw down by the Old Mill the other night?’

Now her heart was hammering, her breathing rapid and shallow as the fear of discovery froze her brain. What should she say?

But then, she realised, she had no idea who this man was, he didn’t have a clue who she was, and she would probably never see him again. She forced a shrug. ‘It’s not the first time this has happened. I just hope it’ll be the last.’

‘I bet. Good luck with it.’ He wound the window up as the repairman moved from the engine compartment around to the passenger side of the vehicle, opened the door and ducked down to check something under the glove compartment.

Emma was torn between seeing what he was doing and trying to memorise the numberplate of the man she’d just been talking with. If she managed to remember it, she had no idea what she would do with it. What she would be able to do with it. But he was a potential witness. It felt important that she should try. That she should have some information on him.

‘There you go.’ The repairman stood up with a small object held triumphantly in his greasy hand. ‘There’s your culprit. I’ll test it, but I’d lay odds on it. A dry solder joint in this little bugger’ll stop you dead as soon as it gets warm.’

The traffic began to move in the other direction and Emma’s glance was torn away by the driver’s wave as he set off down the hill. She refocused with difficulty. ‘That tiny thing can stop an entire engine?’

‘Yep. Just like that.’ He stepped across to the back of his van, delved inside for something and fiddled with it for a moment. Then he nodded. ‘Yeah. I’ve seen it before a few times.’

‘Do you have a spare?’

He shook his head. ‘No, but like you said, give it time to cool down and it’ll get you home and back out to a garage, as long as you don’t sit in this queue for too long. The Nissan dealership should have them in stock. Take it there as soon as you get the chance. Five minutes and they’ll have it replaced and you’ll be good as new. I’ll just pop it back in for now.’

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