She had briefly gone home to shower, change and pack a small rucksack, expecting to be away for the night and in need of a torch and other gear for investigating further. She had also downed another coffee and taken several more ephedrine tablets. Jamie felt the beginnings of shakiness from the sleep deprivation and the pills, but she was also running on a kind of nervous energy that fueled her need to go on. She couldn’t rest until this was over. The M40 motorway was busy, but her bike helped her to navigate the snarls in traffic, and soon Jamie reached the turnoff for High Wycombe. Dominated by industrial warehouses, there was still evidence of the medieval market town amongst the concrete modernity. As Jamie rode through the outskirts, she caught sight of the Neville Pharmaceuticals logo on some of the warehouse buildings: they were one of the biggest employers in the area. She continued out of the town towards the village of West Wycombe in the Chilterns, and even this close to the motorway the English countryside welcomed her.
