“Everyone’s got their passports and money, and you’ve got the tickets, Simon?” Mark asked.
“Yep, all present and correct.” I rubbed at my eyes.
“Well, if we’ve forgotten it, it’s staying forgotten,” Mark said as he locked the front door.
Sam had decided he wanted to ride up front. I don’t think Mark minded much. He could stretch out in the back seat and perhaps catch a quick nap.
I hadn’t had much practice at driving on motorways, but there was little traffic on the M62 over the Pennines at that time in the morning.
We were early for check-in, I hated leaving things till the last minute, and so we didn’t have to queue for too long.
“Did you pack your bag yourself, sir?” the woman at the desk asked me when we got to the head of the line.
No, I met a shifty-looking man with a long
