Lance broke almost every speed limit during his mad dash to pick up Yulia. He didn’t know what had happened, and he didn’t bother to ask; all he knew was that she was on her own and she was frightened, which he couldn’t stand the idea of.
He had programmed the sat nav to get him to the pub, then slowly drove down the street looking for the bus stop she mentioned. It was illuminated quite well, but he couldn’t see anyone standing at it. Where was she? He carried on further down the street, horrible scenarios running through his mind. What if someone had hurt her? What if someone had taken her again?
He got to the T-junction at the bottom of the road, ready to turn around and do another sweep when she came darting out of the shadows of someone’s front garde
