45
It's that time between night and dawn. Where it's dark, but not as dark as it was. Where you can see what you're doing, but not quite. Where it's a new day, but no one's up.
I stir and feel the chill of the air through the window on my bones. Pull the lapels on my jacket tighter to my neck and shudder. I try to sleep again, but I'm too awake and in a funny position on the driver seat.
It's a few seconds before I realise it's a noise that woke me up. The sound of a low-humming car engine and the slow roll of tread over tarmac. The slight creak of a set of brakes as it comes to a stop. And the yellow glow of dipped headlights in the far corner of an eye.
I turn slow in the seat to face the driver-side window, my side aching and my hip bone giving me all kinds of grief. I peer out over
