They walked across the wide open space, pointing at the trucks and the depot as if in discussion. A tractor unit pulled away, Randolph gave a small wave in greeting to the driver. The guy waved back. Through the open doors she could see forklift trucks skidding around and workers loading pallets. She saw the white Renault tractor unit. It was older than most of the others but the motor was running. The cab was empty. The loading bay door behind the semi-trailer was closed. She nodded at him and walked to the driver’s door. She climbed up and settled into the seat as Randolph clambered up from the other side. She checked out the controls. It was an old-fashioned stick shift gearbox. The cab was a mess, reeking of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke. Now she understood. It was the shunter truck
