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Her legs felt like lead and the air burned in her lungs, but she had to keep pushing forwards. She’d never been the most gifted athlete, but it was amazing what a decent burst of adrenaline could do.
As she sprinted down Station Road, past the train station and Station Approach leading to the Grainstore Brewery, she saw the barriers coming down across the main road, signalling that a train was coming. There had to be another way across. There must be. All she knew from sitting in traffic trying to cross the tracks on countless occasions was that the trains took absolutely ages to pass through.
She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, and wondered how long it had been ringing for. She took it out and saw Dexter’s name on the screen.
‘Dex,’ she said, panting.
‘I’ve got the address
