Chapter Fifty-Three
The milk delivery van drives slowly into the city center. The streets are strewn with damaged and burnt out vehicles. The male driver is dressed in a neat blue uniform, his tidy cap has the same Frisian cow logo on as his van. The snow falls fast and thick. Everything is shaded in a dirty white. A police vehicle speeds towards him with the emergency blue and red lights flashing from the roof. It slides to a stop on the iced road and Senior Officer Burns gets out and walks quickly to the van.
“What in hell’s name do you think you are doing boy? You think you can just come driving this pretty little van into this here city. This is my city boy! Do you hear me? Mine!” He draws his pistol and steps away from the van aiming at the male driver.
“Well? Get your sorry milk l
