“Buy me a pint next time you’re out this way.”
“You can count on it. One other thing,” Donovan leaned closer. He didn’t want Lauren to overhear him. “I think the Mercedes has a cut brake line. Make sure someone gives that car a good going over after we leave. I’ll be in touch.”
Ian nodded, but there was no hiding the look of bewilderment and concern in his eyes.
The policeman hurried out of his car. In his hand he had several highway flares.
“I’ve got it from here. The ambulance will be here shortly. You’re free to go.”
“Thank you.” Donovan hesitated as he climbed into the front seat of the Landcruiser. All he could think about was the causeway. His mouth was suddenly bone dry. Lauren slid in beside him and fastened her seat belt. Donovan took a deep breath and put the Toyota in gear. Without taking his eyes from the road, he reached for the radio.
“Michael. We’re on our way.”
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