As Hermes was driving his rig on board the ferry at Calais, some miles away, Jez was speeding south, but this time she was in a car with a middle-aged woman. Women, especially well-dressed and seemingly wealthy women, rarely offered her lifts, and Jez hesitated at first, as the Daimler slowed and stopped, just ten minutes after Hermes had left her. She much preferred travelling with men, perhaps for obvious reasons, but also because she was more comfortable with men than women. She could relax and have a laugh.
The woman spoke English, but with a strong French accent.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere special. Just followin...