A couple of hours later, as they pulled into another service area in order to give Jessica’s aching rear end a break, Kirsten climbed out of the sidecar and said, ‘Are you sure you weren’t driving just a little fast back there?’
Jessica grimaced. She had definitely worked the throttle, that was for sure. Both her aching bum and the fear that d**k Burd might be following them had urged her to go a little quicker than she might have liked.
‘I mean, it might have just been the sun’s reflection, but I was sure a couple of speed cameras flashed.’
Jessica shrugged. ‘I wasn’t going that fast.’ But if I was, Dad will have to foot the bill. Maybe he’ll just report the bike as stolen, since he was in London at the time, and maybe I’ll get arrested and lose my business and end up in the slammer an
