FRIDAY 10 OCTOBER
He’d left the office earlier than usual – quite close, for once, to the time he should have finished – but getting home was slow going. He’d pulled out of the car park into a line of virtually stationary traffic and had barely managed to get out of second gear in the forty minutes he’d been behind the wheel. The air conditioning was on full, taking the edge off the heat. Thankfully the Audi was relatively comfortable. He wouldn’t have swapped places with the red-faced fat guy crammed into the front of an old Fiat Panda behind him. He looked like he was about to pass out. Steven nudged up the volume of the radio again, the presenter’s voice competing with the blowers which were struggling to keep him cool.
The trudge of traffic slowed again. There was something happening
