Ferney [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONEIt was no accident. A single point of red winked in the distance. It was joined by a second and a third, then the road ahead was a string of red beads. Almost too late, the car slammed to a stop. Gaily, who had been lost in thought, looked across at the man she had married, 'What's happening?' she asked. His mind had been on next week's lectures. Someone's crashed, he thought. He could see a truck, far ahead in the traffic, angled oddly across the road, but there were diggers and traffic cones and men in reflective jackets - a plausible excuse to keep that explanation at bay for another minute or two. 'Roadworks?' he suggested.She said nothing, but stared ahead intently and he could hear her starting to breathe more deeply. In the short time they had been married. Gaily had been Mike's pride, joy and, increasingly, a source of concern. He had become used to her mild claustrophobia, which, on a bad day, could force them to break a car journey every twenty miles, but what