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We’re not long past Bern, and the open road behind us is starting to enable me to think a little more clearly. I’m still nowhere near as lucid as I want to be, the shock having warped my mind, but I’m starting to get there.
The main problem with my mind clearing is that the paranoia is starting to set in. I’ve not even realised it, but ever since we left the hotel in Herne Bay I’ve been looking in the rear-view mirror at every car that approaches, expecting to see a police car that’ll pull us over and arrest us. I know it’s daft, because they’d have no reason to. Now, though, I’m fairly sure Lisa’s body will have been discovered and the hunt will be on.
How long will it take them to know we’ve left the country? Presumably they’ll find my mobile in the hotel room, see my bag is gone,
