Grand Masti - Fun Never Ends. Neha Puntambekar

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СКАЧАТЬ of outback code to be observed, too, but she’d heard too many stories from too many grieving people to be particularly bothered by niceties.

      Eve’s eyes flicked to the distant motorbike listing on the side of the long, empty road. And then, closer, to the scruffy man now nearing the restored 1956 Bedford bus that was getting her around Australia.

      She glanced at her door’s lock to make sure it was secure.

      The man limped to a halt next to the bus’s bifold doors and looked at her expectantly over his full beard. A dagger tattoo poked out from under his dark T-shirt and impenetrable sunglasses hid his eyes—and his intent—from her.

      No. This was her home. She’d never open her front door to a total stranger. Especially not hours from the nearest other people.

      She signalled him around to the driver’s window instead.

      He didn’t look too impressed, but he limped his way around to her side and she slid the antique window open and forced her voice to be light.

      Sociopaths make a decision on whether you’re predator or prey in the first few seconds, she remembered from one of the endless missing-person fact sheets she’d read. She was not about to have ‘prey’ stamped on her forehead.

      ‘Morning,’ she breezed, as if this wasn’t potentially a very big deal indeed. ‘Looks like you’re having a bad day.’

      ‘Emu,’ he grunted and she got a glimpse of straight teeth and healthy gums.

      Stupidly, that reassured her. As if evil wouldn’t floss. She twisted around for evidence of a big damaged bird flailing in the scrub after hitting his motorbike. To validate his claim. ‘Was it okay?’

      ‘Yeah, I’m fine, thanks.’

      That brought her eyes back to his glasses. ‘I can see that. But emus don’t always come off the best after a road impact.’

      As if she’d know...

      ‘Going that fast, it practically went over the top of me as it ran with its flock. It’s probably twenty miles from here now, trying to work out how and when it got black paint on its claws.’

      He held up his scratched helmet, which had clearly taken an impact. More evidence. She just nodded, not wanting to give an inch more than necessary. He’d probably already summed her up as a bleeding heart over the emu.

       One for the prey column.

      ‘Where are you headed?’ he asked.

      Her radar flashed again at his interest. ‘West.’

      Duh, since the Bedford was pointing straight at the sun heading for the horizon and there was nothing else out this way but west.

      ‘Can I catch a lift to the closest town?’

      Was that tetchiness in his voice because she kept foiling him or because hers was the first vehicle to come along in hours and she was stonewalling him on a ride?

      She glanced at his crippled bike.

      ‘That’ll have to stay until I can get back here with a truck,’ he said, following her glance.

      There was something in the sag of his shoulders and the way he spared his injured leg that reassured her even as the beard and tattoo and leather did not. He’d clearly come off his bike hard. Maybe he was more injured than she could see?

      But the stark reality was that her converted bus only had the one seat up front—hers. ‘That’s my home back there,’ she started.

      ‘So...?’

      ‘So, I don’t know you.’

      Yep. That was absolutely the insult his hardened lips said it was. But she was not letting a stranger back there. Into her world.

      ‘It’s only an hour to the border.’ He sighed. ‘I’ll stand on your steps until Eucla.’

      Right next to her. Where he could do anything and she couldn’t do a thing to avoid it.

      ‘An hour by motorbike, maybe. We take things a little more easy in this old girl. It’ll take at least twice that.’

      ‘Fine. I’ll stand for two hours, then.’

      Or she could just leave him here and send help back. But the image of Trav, lost and in need of help while someone drove off and left him injured and alone, flitted through her mind.

       If someone had just been brave...

      ‘I don’t know you,’ she wavered.

      ‘Look, I get it. A woman travelling alone, big scary biker. You’re smart to be cautious but the reality is help might not be able to get to me today so if you leave me here I could be here all night. Freezing my ass off.’

      She fumbled for her phone.

      His shaggy head shook slightly. ‘If we had signal don’t you think I’d have used it?’

      Sure enough, her phone had diminished to SOS only. And as bad as that motorbike looked, it wasn’t exactly an emergency.

      ‘Just until we get signal, then?’ he pressed, clearly annoyed at having to beg. ‘Come on, please?’

      How far could that be? They were mostly through the desert now, coming out on the western side of Australia. Where towns and people and telecommunications surely had to exist.

      ‘Have you got some ID?’

      He blinked at her and then reached back into his jeans for his wallet.

      ‘No. Not a licence. That could be fake. Got any photos of you?’

      He moved slowly, burdened by his incredulity, but pulled his phone out and flicked through a few screens. Then he pressed it up against Eve’s window glass.

      A serious face looked back at her. Well groomed and in a business shirt. Pretty respectable, really. Almost cute.

      Pffff. ‘That’s not you.’

      ‘Yeah, it is.’

      She peered at him again. ‘No, it’s not.’

      It might have been a stock photo off the Internet for all she knew. The sort of search result she used to get when she googled ‘corporate guy’ for some design job.

      ‘Oh, for pity’s sake...’

      He flicked through a few more and found another one, this time more bearded. But nothing like the hairy beast in front of her. Her hesitation obviously spoke volumes so he pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, simultaneously revealing grey eyes and slightly taming his rusty blond hair.

      Huh. Okay, maybe it was him.

      ‘Licence?’

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