Chapter Thirteen
Jason Chastain
Jason drove steadily to the coastal car park, thoughts barrelling through his mind at a dizzying speed. He’d known from the moment he’d accepted this mission that it was out of the ordinary, but his ambition and yes, greed, had spurred him on regardless. And now look where they were—instead of being on the road back home, considerably better off, they were still hanging around in Scotland, chasing after some thugs, and with freakish superpowers, to boot.
Smith’s voice broke the silence. “You all right, mate? You’re gripping the steering wheel so hard your knuckles are white, and yet you’re driving at your usual sedate pace. I’m getting mixed signals—I don’t know whether to be terrified or settle down for a nap.”
He shot his friend a look that would have
