Chapter Nineteen
Sheryl, Beatrice and Nefertiti were all sulking in silence as the limo drove up the hill behind Oban, Jimmy noticed the fiesta was still behind them. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
‘We’re being followed,’ he said.
‘Who would want to follow us?’ mumbled Steven.
Rodger, with his eyes still closed, could only guess. He muttered something about ignoring.
Nefertiti let out a dramatic sigh, ‘For God’s sake,’ she snapped, but no one listened. Jimmy had turned up the speed, he had plans; plans that involved the young waitress sitting beside him, plans that involved really impressing her.
With a loud screech, he changed direction and headed back out of Oban toward the turn off to Connel.
‘Don’t do ignoring,’ he said with a side glance at the waitress, and then
