7
Before I even know where I’m going, I’ve put the car in gear and I’m driving out of the car park, my tunnel vision focused dead straight ahead of me.
‘Head for town,’ Jessica says, pointing out over my front-right headlight.
‘Why? Where are we going?’
‘As far away as possible,’ she says, ‘but we’ll need money. The banks will still be open if we’re quick.’
‘What about an ATM?’ I ask, my head filling with a mixture of a fog of confusion and the screaming of a thousand violins.
She just looks at me. ‘How far’s three hundred quid going to get us? We need to be able to go into the branch and withdraw as much as we can. What’s your bank’s limit?’
Right now I don’t even know my name. ‘I dunno. I’ve never asked.’
‘Which bank are you with?’
‘Lloyds.’
‘There’s one on the High Street,’ sh
