mad.' Her mother's pension from the foreign service was her sole source

of income, and it wasn't much.

'You don't truly want a Labour government, now tell the truth, Mummy,'

Royan teased her. Her mother had always been the arch Conservative.

Georgina wavered, and then avoided the choice, 'All I say is, bring back

Maggie.'

Royan turned slightly in her seat and glanced through the dirty rear

window again. The truck was still behind them, looming out of the fog

and the trail of blue exhaust smoke that Georgina was laying behind her

like the vapour trail of a jet aircraft. Up until now it had hung back,

but suddenly it accelerated up behind them.

'I think he wants to pass you,' Royan told Georgina mildly.

The massive bonnet of the truck was only twenty feet from their rear

bumper. The radiator was emblazoned with the chrome logo 'MAN' and stood

taller than the cab of the Land Rover, so that she could not see the

face of the driver from where she sat.

'Everybody wants to pass me,' lamented Georgina.

'Story of my life.' She held the centre of the narrow road doggedly.

Royan glanced back again, and saw that the truck was creeping still

closer. It filled the rear window completely.

The driver declutched and revved the gigantic engine menacingly.

'You' better give over. I think he means business.'

'Let him wait,' Georgina grunted around her cigarette butt. 'Patience is

a virtue. Anyway, can't let him through here. There is a narrow stone

bridge ahead of us. Know this stretch of road like the way to my own

bathroom.'

At that moment the truck-driver sounded his klaxon so close that it was

deafening. Magic jumped up on the rear seat and barked in outrage.

'Stupid bastard,' Georgina swore bitterly. 'What does he think he is

playing at? Write down his number plate. I am going to report him to the

York police.'

'His plates are covered with mud. Can't make it out, but it looks like a

continental registration. German, I think.'

As if the driver had heard her protest he slowed slightly and fell back

until a gap of twenty yards opened between the two vehicles. Royan had

swivelled right round in the seat to watch him.

'That's better,' Georgina said smugly. 'Ruddy Hun learning some

manners.' She peered ahead through the fog, 'There is the bridge For the

first time Royan was able to see up into the driver's cab of the truck.

The driver wore a balactava helmet that covered all but his eyes and

nose with dark blue wool. It gave him a sinister and evil aspect.

'Look outV Royan screamed suddenly. 'He is coming straight at us!' The

engine beat of the great truck rose to a bellow that engulfed them like

the sound of a gale-driven sea. For a moment Royan saw'nothing but

glittering steel and then the front of the truck smashed into them from

behind.

She was thrown half over the back of her seat by the impact. She dragged

herself up and saw that the truck had picked them up like a fox with a

bird in its jaws. It carried the Land Rover forward on the steel bull

bars that protected the shining chromed radiator.

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