CHAPTER 18
BLACK SWORE AND popped the bonnet, then climbed out of the cab with me following. As I peered down into the engine, I didn’t need the years of knowledge imparted into me by Vinnie, the dude who taught me how to nick cars, to see the timing belt had snapped. That truck was going nowhere.
“f**k and double f**k arse bollocks.” I kicked the tyre, just for good measure.
“Well, that’s one way of putting it.”
Bloody great. Now we were stuck miles from anywhere with a truck that didn’t go and a pregnant woman. When Mr. Murphy and Lady Luck duked it out to see who would get the spare seat in the back, it was obvious who’d won.
There was only one thing for it.
“I’ll go back.”
Black didn’t answer.
“You know I have to. We can’t ask Jane to walk far. It’s seven miles to the Ramos pla
