‘Get off the road,’ Emma said, sounding calmer than she felt.
‘And go where?’ Michael demanded, more than a hint of desperation in his voice. ‘We can’t risk going any deeper into the town.’
She grabbed his arm and pointed towards the entrance to a multi-storey car park on the far side of a traffic island they were fast approaching. ‘Head up. Just get up off the street.’
Michael grunted something unintelligible then steered up the exit ramp, crashing through a barrier. He drove up floor by floor, using whatever gaps in the stationary traffic he could find to keep climbing, having to fight against his instincts and ignore the road markings. He was turning and turning the car now like they were riding a helter-skelter in reverse, half-expecting to still come across other drivers coming bac
