Chapter Two“Happy now?” I complain, while steering the car through the tight zig-zagging roads, heading for the other side of the housing estate. “Heathrow it is. What terminal?”
“Uhh...”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know? Do you have any idea how huge Heathrow is?” I exclaim.
“Give me a moment.”
I turn to find the stranger looking at a phone-type device, just fatter, like a handheld satnav thing for hikers. My ex had something similar he took on hikes.
“Four. Terminal 4.”
“Great.” I put my foot down as I join the A30, all the while keeping an eye on my speed which is close to touching fifty miles an hour. “How much time do we have?”
“Not much. Do your best,” he says, while giving me a quick pat on the shoulder. I don’t know whether it’s the adrenaline coursing through my body or the fa
