“By the time I veered south, with the dark waters of the Adriatic on my left, it had stopped. I opened all the windows. The wind noise was outrageous, but it would blast some of the dampness out of my ki t. I’d tried turning up the heater when I left Naples, but all it did was fog the windscreen and fill the Seat with steam. I passed the sign to Brindisi airport, then another to the football stadium, and focused hard on following directions to the port, partly because that was where I needed to ...go, and partly so I could ignore the kid in the blue and white Città di Brindisi strip who was suddenly sitting beside me. But Stefan couldn’t be ignored. I should have learnt that fucking ages ago. ‘Nick …’ I tried to lose myself in the noise of the wagon’s tyres against the untreated scars in the road surface. Once you left the toll road, the tarmac went to rat-shit around here. Maybe the Ferrari owners stuck to the autostrada, or the west-coast Riviera. It didn’t work. ‘Nick …’ I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do that.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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