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PUERTO DEL CARMEN‘Where the hell are they taking him?’
The black sedan was five cars in front, and I only just caught sight of it turning off the ring road at the next exit.
‘Puerto del Carmen,’ Clarissa said, reading the sign.
I had to slow to avoid rear ending the car in front.
I took the exit down the slip road. There was a roundabout up ahead.
‘Which way?’
Clarissa sat forward, craning her neck.
‘Straight ahead.’
I caught sight of the black sedan as I exited the roundabout.
I concentrated on the road as it snaked its way down to the coast. Another kilometre and we arrived at another roundabout just in time to see the black sedan taking the third exit which was really straight on. They were still heading into Puerto del Carmen.
Another couple of kilometres and another roun
