‘Yeah. I might have one or two bruises by the time we arrive, but I’ll manage.’
‘We’ll laugh about this one day.’
‘Assuming we survive Ed’s driving,’ Lisa said as they turned another corner.
Nick held onto Lisa tightly during the rest of the journey, which wasn’t a hardship, but he’d have preferred to be doing it somewhere more comfortable without Pete and Ed around.
‘How much longer, Ed?’ he asked.
‘Just parking now,’ Ed shouted from the front.
Lisa shifted slightly. ’Now we have to work out how to get out.’
‘It’s busy. I’d advise staying in there until Nick’s car gets here,’ Pete said. ‘What car is it?’
‘A black Range Rover.’
‘That’s going to be easy to spot! Every other Range Rover in London is black.’
‘Why do you think I’ve got one? I’ll phone Brad to see where he is.’ Nick tried to move slightly to get to his mobile.
‘Ow!’ Lisa exclaimed.
‘I’m so sorry.’ He must’ve pinched her arm as he moved. ‘I can’t reach my phone.’
‘Where is it?’ she asked.
‘In my front pocket.’
She gave him a sceptical look. ‘The one I’m lying against?’
‘Yeah. I can’t quite get to it.’
She raised an eyebrow. ‘I suppose I better retrieve it then. No funny business!’ At least she was smiling when she said it.
Concentrate, Nixon. You don’t want to have any unfortunate reactions now.
Lisa carefully prised the phone out of the front pocket of his jeans.
‘If someone had told me yesterday I’d be lying in a hearse with you, I’d have said they were mad,’ he said as she handed him his phone.
She grinned. ‘So would I. Now get hold of Brad before we both seize up completely.’
He dialled Brad’s number. ’I’m outside GL-One radio in the back of a hearse.’
‘You’re where?’
‘In the back of a hearse outside GL-One radio.’
‘That’s what I thought you said. What’s the reg?‘
Nick laughed. ‘I have no idea. How many hearses do you think are here?’
‘It’s ok. I can see you. I’ll park up.’
‘He’s here,’ Nick announced.
Lisa attempted to sit up and banged her head on the ceiling, ‘I’m going to have to turn over to reverse out of the back.’