“They certainly are,” said McCain. “I’m open to suggestions. We need somewhere we can lose ourselves, maybe in a crowd. Lots of people, and places we can’t be spotted from the air. Somewhere we can ditch this vehicle without it being too conspicuous.”
“With a broken windscreen?” said Rich. “Some hope.”
“Hey,” Jade realised. “We just came through Boscombe, didn’t we?”
There was a brown tourist attraction road sign coming up at the junction ahead of them. Jade had already guessed what it said. McCain slowed as they approached the turn.
Rich laughed. “I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“Ideal,” McCain agreed.
The Range Rover turned into the road leading towards Boscombe Heights Adventure Park.
They had to wait in the car park for half an hour for the adventure park to open. But it gave them time to make use of the toilets in the car park—not least to have a quick wash and get some of the mud off their clothes and hands and faces. By the time they’d cleaned themselves up to look reasonably respectable, there was already a queue. But as it was a school day they didn’t have to wait long before McCain was paying for tickets and they were through the turnstiles and into Boscombe Heights
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