Chapter Ten
Jason Chastain
Jason muttered and swore to himself as his truck bounced in and out of a pothole, throwing him around like a ragdoll, despite the vehicle’s enhanced suspension. It was pitch black and there was no street lighting, so he hadn’t been able to see the pothole, much less avoid it. Not until it was too late. At least it wasn’t raining, for a change.
When I thought about my mysterious, important client keeping me in work for a long time to come, this isn’t quite what I had in mind.
Fortunately, his satnav display told him he was close to his destination. “Thank f**k for that.” He was pissed off and exhausted—so much so that strong coffee had stopped making even the slightest bit of difference round about the Glasgow area. Only having the windows cracked open and fre
