Half an hour later the rain was coming down much more heavily. It was so fierce that Jake had put the fog lights on and was driving much slower than before. With such little visibility he had little choice. The conversation had drifted off into a comfortable silence as more and more of Jake’s concentration was focused on the road ahead. Gemma was happy with that. After the night she’d had she was just glad to finally be warming up.
She felt safe, too. She knew she should be more cautious, yet she trusted Jake and Stan. Vincent as well. It was as if they were so off the wall, so out of place, that they were no danger. Slowly she started to doze off, reaching a state where she was partly aware of her surroundings but was comfortable in a warm, trance-like state.
