THIRTY-FOUR
David lay in the back of the swaying vehicle in a cramped foetal position. He had never felt as helpless in his life. He had no idea where he was being taken or what fate was in store for him. He was fairly sure that Johnny was not on his tail. There had been no sign of him when he and Northcote had left the phone box. Only a b****y miracle could save him and Sheila now and as he wasn’t the least bit religious, he didn’t believe in miracles.
After about fifteen minutes, Northcote’s car came to a stop. David could hear the scrunch of tyres on gravel as it did so. He waited in tense anticipation for the boot lid to rise, for the evening light to flood in and for Northcote to release him from his cramped prison. But nothing happened.
He banged on the boot lid but there was no r
