“Well, it looks as if we’re stuck with each other for now,’ he commented,
glancing quickly round at me. “I’m used to being on my own — I don’t know
why they’ve sent you on this trip. Just don’t expect me to talk much, OK?’ A
sudden grin lit up his features as he changed gear down the motorway slip
road. “Ah, well, it could have been worse, I suppose. They might have sent
Jack out with me.’