Chapter Thirty-Two
Logan was consumed with fear and misery. David gunned the elderly Range Rover through the streets of Hamilton, seeking directions for the unfamiliar turns and intersections. On the dual carriageway part of Cobham Drive heading south of the city, Logan pointed emphatically towards a right turn into a residential street. After a number of frenzied turns onto other smaller roads, Logan indicated a low, white, single storey house, set back against a dark stand of trees which backed onto a gully. He undid his seatbelt and seized the door handle, ready to surge from the vehicle and race onto the property. To his surprise and frustration, David didn’t slow down but kept driving past.
“Stop the bloody car, now!” Logan’s panic masqueraded as dead calm, acid and dangerous when u
