The parking lot door still had to be open but look closed to anyone else. It all hinged on this.
Suddenly, Salvador was forced out of his self-imposed autopilot as a truck came round the bend and reminded him of the right lane with sound and light.
‘f**k!’ he said as Camille clung on to anything.
‘Want me to drive, soft boy?’ she said, clipping him round the back of the head.
‘f**k off.’
The parking lot was now empty apart from a VW camper van sat quietly at the opposite end to the door he needed. It didn’t look like anyone was inside it.
He pulled up in the closest spot to the door. The door was still ajar. The door was opened and Salvador looked into the empty corridor. All good, final stage. He got the gurney from the storage room and soon Jemma was inside and en route.
Salvador
