Chapter 3Alex was regretting his decision by the time they’d walked across the car park to Luke’s Land Rover. He had to lean on Luke as they limped across the tarmac together, Luke’s arm around his waist. Luke didn’t speak until they got to the vehicle.
“Here, let me unlock the door,” he said.
Alex leaned against the side of the Landy, clutching the bag of painkillers they’d got from the hospital pharmacy and panting a little at the exertion.
“Not as good as you thought you were?” Luke looked at him astutely as he pulled the door open for him.
“I’m fine,” Alex said. “It aches a bit, that’s all.”
Luke made a grunt of acknowledgement and leaned into the vehicle, sweeping a pile of paper and coats and string and cables off the front seat and into the back.
“Come on then,” he said, takin
