The truck lurched slightly as Smith stomped on the accelerator. This time, Jason was unable to stop the wince that escaped, and Kim’s hand tightened a little in his own.
For a few seconds, the only sound was the thwump-thwump, thwump-thwump of the windscreen wipers.
“Yes,” Smith spat, his irritation clear even from behind, “you got out, but it wasn’t exactly a clean, quiet exit, was it? You’ve left all manner of chaos behind, and if we hadn’t showed up, where would you be right now, precisely? Hiding in one of those trees, hoping they didn’t spot you? Legging it down the road, looking for a vehicle you could break into and hotwire? It’s a long f*****g walk home from here.”
There was no denying that, and he had been relieved when he’d realised they were there, since he didn’t have a conc
