CHAPTER 17
SINCE NICK SAID he wasn’t coming back, I had a quick tidy up, and then left. Where was he going to stay? With Emmy? I couldn’t help feeling slightly jealous until I recalled how pushy he’d been on the phone.
With a little experimentation, I found the black box on the car keys worked the garage doors and the main gates. Back in the garage, the engine on the Ferrari started with a roar that echoed off the walls and did funny things to my insides. Shivers ran through my veins as I inched the car forward, but despite having all those horses under me, I’d have won the prize for the slowest driver on the road as I followed the winding bus route home. Probably there was a shortcut, but after one look at the satnav and its confusing array of options, I shut it off and took the only wa
