CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
It was the night that simply refused to die. Mav steered the mangled Range Rover towards the closest exit ramp. They were nearing downtown Johannesburg. He had stayed on the motorway in large part due to the fact that there was more space for him to maneuver, but perhaps Shedd was accurate in his thinking that the density of the surface streets might prove to be better suited to their needs for survival.
He pushed the Range’s acceleration to its maximum limits. Each of the lanes ahead of them were filled with vehicles leading up to a red traffic light. A massive pile-up was inevitable if Mav didn’t think fast. He veered the Range onto the right shoulder, rumbling the vehicle over the less than adequate terrain. Horns from the other frustrated motorists were honking, b
