“Get back on your side of the bloody road you stupid drongo!” Nance yelled through the open window while laying on the horn. “Stupid sod shouldn’t be let loose on the roads,” she muttered once they’d driven past.
Gripping the sides of his seat, Colin was beginning to wish he and Martin had refused Nance’s offer of a lift to the shops. The woman drove like a maniac. Make that a suicidal maniac, he amended when Nance took the next turn at a speed that had to be way above the limit. Colin resisted the temptation to look over at the speedometer to check how fast they were going.
“Be there in a sec,” she called out above the radio that was playing upbeat Christmas music about snowflakes falling and icicles hanging from tree branches.
Colin mopped at his brow.
“Sorry, the air in this old ja
