There were no streetlamps; there were in fact no lights visible of any kind in any direction. Still standing with the umbrella in the rain, Laura asked if she should get the torch out of the boot. “No,” said Reggie. “Nearly done.” And he was, but it was a bloody good thing. He was pretty sure there was indeed a torch in the boot, but he also couldn’t remember the last time he had checked the batteries in it. He pounded the wheel cover back into place. “Piece of cake,” he said. Soaked and muddy, they put the tools away, tried to shake the water off the umbrella, and got back into the car. Reggie turned the key. The starter cranked, at a high pitch. Then nothing. Reggie glanced over at Laura. If she was concerned, she wasn’t showing it. She stowed the umbrella behind the seats. Reggie turned the key again; the starter whined—and then the engine caught on, spit twice through the tailpipe, and roared into life. Laura smiled slightly. “That’s nice, isn’t it?” she said.
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