The ride out to Walton Manor seemed interminable. No matter how fast the cab was going, he wanted it to go faster.
“Can you give it a bit more accelerator?” he asked. “Please?”
The driver looked at him in the rear-view mirror and grunted, and when Dale craned his neck to look at the speedometer he saw that the driver had ignored him completely.
He tried to distract himself from his catastrophic thoughts by looking out of the window. The scenery raced by, though not fast enough for his liking. Streets of houses soon gave way to paddocks and swathes of bushland. Cows stood grazing on grass that had been turned a dull yellow by the summer sun, their inertia producing a frown on Dale’s face.
He looked over the driver’s shoulder again and saw that the needle of the speedometer was sitting n
