Chapter Thirty-Two
“It’s the next turning on the right,” Scrapper called out, checking the directions on his mobile. “We should be able to see it when we turn.”
The recovery driver had taken far longer to reach them than expected, but at least the actual repair did not take long. The cause of the breakdown was a problem with the power to the fuel pump, which, according to the chatty repairman from the motoring organisation, was relatively common in the make of van Jeremy was driving.
Reluctantly, Scrapper texted Len Bixby to inform him of the delay.
He considered just leaving it. After all, Len had not given them a specific time to be there, just a rough estimate of how long the journey should take.
But in hindsight, Scrapper realised that if they took too long and the bloke at the ot
