The trucks kept going. It was what they’d agreed. Ruth wanted nothing more than to stop and wait or even turn back, but the risks were too great. Orla knew the route they’d be taking. ‘We’re going to have to stop soon anyway,’ David said, trying to reassure her. ‘It’ll be dark before long.’
‘I understand the logic,’ Ruth said. ‘Doesn’t make me feel any better, though.’
‘You know full well that Vicky and Sam are in that van. You couldn’t meet two more stubborn bastards. They know what they’re doing. They’ve both been stranded on their own and have stayed alive. If I was asked to put a bet on anyone surviving, I’d stake everything I’ve got on those two.’
‘Do you have anything left to gamble?’
‘That’s not the point,’ he said, almost managing a smile.
The amount of frozen traffic was ligh
