looks brand new.â
âYeah, thanks. I do. I was a bit worried about taking her north with me though. The stones and bugs and all that. I thought I might damage her. Iâll be glad when I get her back in the garage.â
âItâs a âsheâ is it?â
âYep. And I treat her just like a girlfriend. Sheâs sexy, looks good in blue and knows all the right moves. Whatâs more she doesnât complain when I come home late.â
James laughed and Brett smiled.
âYou got a girl?â James asked.
Brett looked out at the dark countryside. âUsed to. She left me for some country hick a couple of days ago.â
âSorry to hear it.â
âWell, we werenât exactly going out anymore. It was kind of an on-again, off-again relationship. We kept going out then breaking up. We really only got together when we had no one else to turn to.â
James waved his free hand. âForget about her. Youâll meet another one â or three.â
Brett grinned. âThis week, I hope.â
A green road sign slipped past. MOREE 95 km.
âOh-oh,â James said.
âWhatâs wrong?â
He tapped the dashboard several times with his finger. âItâs the engine light. Itâs blinking.â
âIs that good or bad?â
âBad. Iâll have to pull over.â
James slowed the Mustang down before stopping in an empty truck rest bay. There wasnât a property in sight.
âWait here,â he said, opening his door. Brett watched him as he walked to the front of the car, his face lit up by the headlights. He lifted the bonnet and Brett heard him say, âOh man. I knew this would happen.â
âYou need a hand?â
âNo, Iâm okay. The engine just needs a couple of minutes to cool down, thatâs all.â
âYou sure?â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â
James tinkered with the engine for a while, jerking his hand back and wincing in pain as he burnt himself again and again. Finally, Brett couldnât watch the guy cook himself any more and got out. He walked round to the front just as James closed the bonnet.
âIs everything okay now?â
James hissed, tucking his burnt hand under his armpit. âShe should be cooled down enough by now. Hop back in. We better go find a petrol station.â
The Mustang rocked as they jumped back in. James turned the keys but the engine just rrr-rrr-rrr ed and died.
âWhat now?â James said, slumping back into his seat.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âIt must be the water valve. I didnât see it anywhere. It mustâve fallen down inside the engine.â
âI can find it. Do you have a torch somewhere?â
âEr, yeah. I think so. Itâs in the boot. Iâll open it and the bonnet if you like.â
âIf it gets us going again â yer.â
Brett opened the door and stepped out again. He walked round the back and called out to James to pop the boot. But James didnât hear him. He was too busy starting the engine. And it sounded fine.
âHey! What are you doing?â Brett shouted as the car started driving away. He grabbed the side of the Mustang until the pull became too great and he had to let go.
âHey! Come back here! What about me?!â
The Mustang blazed away at a hundred kâs an hour. Brett ran after it screaming. But it was no use. Conned, he watched his bag and wallet disappear into the night.
Brett slept badly, if âsleptâ was the right word. Heâd crashed behind some trees hidden from the main road. (He didnât want the cops or some pervert cruising by while he was catching some zâs.) The ground had been hard and lumpy. Rocks and twigs and roots kept poking into his back. And he could have sworn that something had been watching him for most of the night. It was about four oâclock when he did get to sleep and then only out of exhaustion. Two hours later