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M40 Motorway – Four Days Later
Eli leaned back in the car seat and wriggled trying to reach a point just below his shoulder blade that itched. The M40 stretched ahead and outside, on the escarpment by the motorway, tufty sheep dotted the slope, growing fat and woolly on the rich green grass. A truck in the inner lane indicated right giving Eli the chance to nose his car into the outside lane before shifting back to where he was. How pleasant it was to be driving in a country where people used indicators before changing lanes. How novel. Checking the clock on the dashboard, Eli calculated that he was forty minutes away from his destination: Cheltenham. He was going to find Red Cap. Find him and if necessary recruit him again, shepherd him back to the flock where he would be gently she
