‘They worked together and now
Teague wants revenge for what she did to him. He didn’t know where she was
sending him either.’
Yates taps me on the shoulder. I
turn around quickly, I’m surprised he interrupted at all, Yates is always one
to be polite and stand and listen. But the look on his face is one of
confusion, and I know whatever he has to say can’t wait.
‘Easton, something’s changed,’ he
says. ‘A lot’s changed.’
I look where he is and take a
moment to register it. We’re in London, I’m sure of it. We’re near the river. I
can see it twinkling in the sunshine. There are roadblocks now, with traffic
behind them and I’m reminded vividly of the day I died.
The cars aren’t normal. There’s
no rumble from the idling engines. Everything’s silent and all we can here is
the shouts and horns of the drivers behind them who don’t yet understand what’s
taken place.
‘What are they? Hybrid cars?’ I
ask. ‘There were never that many before.’
Before we left for the desert
hybrids were popular, but by no means the most popular choice of vehicle. I
look around again. I look closer at the river and I’m not greeted by the murky
grey brown of the Thames water I know well. It’s clear and blue like a tropical
sea.
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