From her texting me saying she was going out now , things had moved quickly. I had left sorting the mess with the picture to Dean and Will. I'd had my business call in the car on the move. I googled second-hand car dealerships. I pulled up in my million pound car and asked to buy the cheapest they had on the plot. It had been one ready for scrap, apparently, but still ran. Then I'd paid him triple the amount the car was worth for him to follow me back to the building in it. To say he looked at me like I'd lost my mind was an understatement. But he'd complied happily once money was on the cards.
He laughed when I handed him over 600 for a 200 car, the price he would have got for scrapping it. He'd taken the money, handed me the key and walked away calling over his shoulder ", If it turn
