carefully this time. This girl has a talent for finding trouble!
I want to tell her to turn back, not to get involved, but she doesn’t answer her phone. After trying for five, maybe ten minutes, I see the end of the road works up ahead. Jenkins was right; the traffic does open up almost immediately.
Time to fly, so that hopefully I can resolve the mess at the tunnel before Tess gets anywhere near it. The last thing I need right now is for her to be anywhere near Nexus people. They’re obviously trying to punish me for what happened yesterday, and if they can get their hands on Tess, they won’t hesitate to kill, perhaps even torture her.
I grip the steering tightly until my knuckles show white and speed up as much as the car allows. Lights on, sirens on, and hopefully everyone gets out of the way quickly enough. I’m about an hour away from my target even at this speed. There’s no time to waste.
And so I push on, dodging the occasional Peugeot driver going at fifty-five in the fast lane, hitting the M20 soon after. Thankfully, all is clear up ahead, and I’m making good progress.
Jenkins checks in occasionally with updates about my car’s signal. It’s now at the Channel Tunnel check-in area and has remained stationary for the past twenty minutes. I don’t stop to wonder why it hasn’t been loaded onto a train yet, presuming that that’s what Nexus has planned. I’ll have to see what happens when I get there.
If I get there on time.
Chapter Four
The road is clear for the most part throughout my drive along the M25, as well as the M20. Similarly, luck was on my side in that today’s excursion came one day after my regular once a week trip to the petrol pump, meaning I didn’t need to make a stop on the way for fuel.
By the time I see the signs for the Channel Tunnel, what was previously a warm, clear day, is turning cloudy and ominous. A sign of things to come, perhaps?
The wind is picking up. The trees lining the motorway cheer me on with their swaying branches. The sun has disappeared behind a big, grey cloud.
I wonder what Maggie must be doing now. I’ll have to make things up to her later, whenever she’s calmed down.
And Liam… I’ve had nothing better to do for the past hour or so than to think about everything that’s happened so far. From worry, to anger, back to worry again, my emotions have run the entire spectrum today. He may have let me down, but some little part of me still wants to believe that things can work out. Otherwise, why am I here? I’m doing this for him, right?
I pull into the exit towards the tunnel, and only now realize that I have no plan whatsoever. I’m about to reach my destination, and I have not the faintest clue what I’m going to do there!
It’s not very busy. meaning there are only about four cars ahead of me at the entrance. I guess I’m going to have to get a ticket on the spot. Do they do those? Fuck.
“Hello, welcome to Eurotunnel. How may I help you?” the bored-looking man inside the booth says.
“Can I get a ticket for the nine-fifteen train, please?” I ask, while nervously fumbling with my wallet.
Shit. How much does a ticket like this cost?
“Just a moment, I will have a look… Yes, there is still space on the nine-fifteen, but you don’t have much time, meaning you’ll have to go straight through to the check-in. Single?” He looks down at me impatiently while I rummage around in my purse looking for some form of payment.
“Hmm?”
“Single or return?”
“Uhh… Single.”
“That’ll be seventy-three pounds, please.”
I don’t have that kind of money on me. Damn. OK, credit card it is then.
“Here.” I check the dashboard clock. There really isn’t much time.
Soon after, he hands me the receipt, as well as the funny sash type thing I’m supposed to hang up on my rear view mirror. I put my car in first and crawl ahead. That’s when I notice an innocuous black sedan parked up ahead in the security check area.
I want to tell her to turn back, not to get involved, but she doesn’t answer her phone. After trying for five, maybe ten minutes, I see the end of the road works up ahead. Jenkins was right; the traffic does open up almost immediately.
Time to fly, so that hopefully I can resolve the mess at the tunnel before Tess gets anywhere near it. The last thing I need right now is for her to be anywhere near Nexus people. They’re obviously trying to punish me for what happened yesterday, and if they can get their hands on Tess, they won’t hesitate to kill, perhaps even torture her.
I grip the steering tightly until my knuckles show white and speed up as much as the car allows. Lights on, sirens on, and hopefully everyone gets out of the way quickly enough. I’m about an hour away from my target even at this speed. There’s no time to waste.
And so I push on, dodging the occasional Peugeot driver going at fifty-five in the fast lane, hitting the M20 soon after. Thankfully, all is clear up ahead, and I’m making good progress.
Jenkins checks in occasionally with updates about my car’s signal. It’s now at the Channel Tunnel check-in area and has remained stationary for the past twenty minutes. I don’t stop to wonder why it hasn’t been loaded onto a train yet, presuming that that’s what Nexus has planned. I’ll have to see what happens when I get there.
If I get there on time.
Chapter Four
The road is clear for the most part throughout my drive along the M25, as well as the M20. Similarly, luck was on my side in that today’s excursion came one day after my regular once a week trip to the petrol pump, meaning I didn’t need to make a stop on the way for fuel.
By the time I see the signs for the Channel Tunnel, what was previously a warm, clear day, is turning cloudy and ominous. A sign of things to come, perhaps?
The wind is picking up. The trees lining the motorway cheer me on with their swaying branches. The sun has disappeared behind a big, grey cloud.
I wonder what Maggie must be doing now. I’ll have to make things up to her later, whenever she’s calmed down.
And Liam… I’ve had nothing better to do for the past hour or so than to think about everything that’s happened so far. From worry, to anger, back to worry again, my emotions have run the entire spectrum today. He may have let me down, but some little part of me still wants to believe that things can work out. Otherwise, why am I here? I’m doing this for him, right?
I pull into the exit towards the tunnel, and only now realize that I have no plan whatsoever. I’m about to reach my destination, and I have not the faintest clue what I’m going to do there!
It’s not very busy. meaning there are only about four cars ahead of me at the entrance. I guess I’m going to have to get a ticket on the spot. Do they do those? Fuck.
“Hello, welcome to Eurotunnel. How may I help you?” the bored-looking man inside the booth says.
“Can I get a ticket for the nine-fifteen train, please?” I ask, while nervously fumbling with my wallet.
Shit. How much does a ticket like this cost?
“Just a moment, I will have a look… Yes, there is still space on the nine-fifteen, but you don’t have much time, meaning you’ll have to go straight through to the check-in. Single?” He looks down at me impatiently while I rummage around in my purse looking for some form of payment.
“Hmm?”
“Single or return?”
“Uhh… Single.”
“That’ll be seventy-three pounds, please.”
I don’t have that kind of money on me. Damn. OK, credit card it is then.
“Here.” I check the dashboard clock. There really isn’t much time.
Soon after, he hands me the receipt, as well as the funny sash type thing I’m supposed to hang up on my rear view mirror. I put my car in first and crawl ahead. That’s when I notice an innocuous black sedan parked up ahead in the security check area.
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