Chapter 4
Was it his imagination, or were there more cars on the roads since Barry had last driven on a British motorway?
“I could have driven. This looks very similar to an interstate,” Jake said.
“Yes, similar,” Barry said, signaling before moving into the central lane to overtake a slower-moving Peugeot.
Eventually the GPS announced that in a hundred meters they should take the exit.
Barry glanced down at the gas gauge. “Probably should find a gas station, uh, petrol station soon.”
Barry told his men what to expect at roundabouts as he navigated a set of them.
Soon a petrol station came into view.
“That’s cheap,” Jake said, pointing.
“What?” Barry asked, flipping on his turn signal.
“There, one point thirty.”
Barry looked up. “That’s one pound thirty pence. And that’s for a l
