Chapter Twenty-Nine
“What do you mean, it won’t fuckin’ start?” Scrapper screamed. “It has to fuckin’ start, we can’t stay here in the middle of nowhere – I’ve got a delivery to make.”
“I told you it had been giving me trouble,” Jeremy pointed out, trying the key in the ignition again, without success. “You insisted it’d be fine.”
From out of nowhere, Scrapper leaned over the driver’s seat and slapped Jeremy hard across the back of his head. “Just fuckin’ get on with it,” he yelled.
“Calm down,” Phil called out, reaching over to protect his cousin should Scrapper try another swing. “It’s not his fault the stupid thing won’t start.”
“So, what are we supposed to fuckin’ do now?”
“I’ll call the breakdown people,” suggested Jeremy, rubbing the spot where he had been struck.
“And what if
