The road provided a smooth run for the first twenty miles beyond the Indian border. For once, Tim had taken the wheel. Since Pirkko had taken possession of his suit jacket, he’d become increasingly more disheveled by the day. The journey was nearing its end, falling apart at its seams.
Dan swallowed a couple of bennies and climbed over benches and passengers to talk to Fred.
“The last border, Fred. We’re moving towards the heart of the most peaceful mountain kingdom in the world, man. The girls are safe.”
His friend didn’t react, just stared straight ahead into space or perhaps at Ilona’s thighs. He hadn’t shaved or washed in days. He stank of neglect.
“Fred, do something. You’re beginning to go moldy on us.”
The young Scouser shivered slightly into his large frame. His every fibre se
