Chapter 27

"Pick a route that avoids the toll-roads," Mike asked. "I hate the toll-roads."

"Right," Adam muttered as he fiddled with the satellite navigation on his phone.

A blur of vehicles whizzed past as he struggled to get a 4G connection strong enough to modify the route. The roads were fairly busy for a Tuesday evening—almost rush hour levels of traffic.

"Driving around Birmingham is horrible enough as it is," Mike said with a heavy sigh. All he’d done since being lumbered with the job was moan about the ring-roads and round abouts, as if slagging them off was going to make them any less of a pain.

"I'll do my best," Adam said, biting the nail of his thumb with his healthy, non-painful teeth. His brother's nerves were becoming infectious. 

It wasn't just the terrible road system playing on his mind, but the ten thousand pounds worth of cocaine stored under the paint c