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The bright spot in the distance gradually grew into the headlights flux of the Chrysler speeding along the narrow road winding its way across the deserted landscape. Following the tortuous bend, it momentarily disappeared as it entered a wood, reappearing as flashes between the leafless pines, and out again into the open. Along the boring long road again. Frank accepted the monotony, driving on and on, determined to get there, in time according to schedule.
But how was his passenger taking it, he wondered. He glanced round at Georgievich seated beside him. ‘You looked worried – hesitant – before you got into the car,’ said Frank quietly, without looking round at Georgievich. ‘Last minute nerves? A changing of mind, perhaps?’
‘I’m okay. Just a little tired, that’s all. Barely slept fo
