He’d brought the Mercedes. Niles blinked. He’d assumed Bob would bring his own car, a red Mini Cooper that Niles suspected he’d purchased because it was the complete opposite of the famous Terrormobile of the TV show. He hadn’t been looking forward to six hours crammed into that. The Mercedes would be the lap of luxury in comparison. He eyed it suspiciously. “Isn’t that Iyla’s car?” Bob shrugged. Niles felt a pang of guilt as he saw his face – Bob’s broken nose had been re-set, but there was a sticking plaster over the bridge, and one eye was badly swollen. “She’s fine with me borrowing it for a couple of days,” Bob said lightly. “I mean, she wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but... ah, you know.” He shrugged again, obviously wanting to change the subject. Niles guessed there had been an argument between them about it – quite an ugly one, at that. Iyla probably thought Niles was taking advantage of Bob’s guilt over his affair with her and the fight they’d had – and he probably was.
