Chapter 1 Page 4
“Right” He nods at the map on Lornas lap, which is scattered with biscuit crumbs and folded haphazardly. How are your map reading skills coming along sweetheart?"
“well” She scrabbles the map open, bouncing the crumbs off to join the empty water bottles rolling around on the sandy car floor. “According to my rough cartological calculations, we’re currently driving through the Atlantic”