Chapter 208

Ralapur was up ahead,’ Arni told her, and sure enough, as Orla peered through the windscreen, she could see here and there the glimmer of lights. Arni picked up speed again, leaving the storm behind, and they came to the new Tarmac road—commissioned and paid for, she had learned, by Arni’s brother, who was proving to be a forward-thinking and caring figurehead. The Tarmac gleamed wet under the drum of the rain, but at least it was free of any surface water.