He just had to f*****g well get there, first. Preferably without sustaining whiplash or rattling his car to bits. But then, this was what he got for evasive driving—taking the lesser-travelled route when you were already in the back of beyond was asking for trouble. At least at this time of night he was unlikely to meet someone coming in the opposite direction.
Another glance at the satnav told him he was ten minutes out. Time to make the call—if he had any signal. Frankly, he was surprised they had electricity out here.
The connection wasn’t great, adding an underwater-sounding element to the ringtone as it trilled out of the car’s speakers, but it was there. He buzzed the windows closed so he could hear better.
“Hello?” came a voice. Joshua’s, he thought, though he did often get them
