Faster than motorcycle

"The road," Lara said. "Through the gate behind the house I'll meet you at the groundskeeper's cottage."
"Why not squeeze onto the bike?" I said.
Murphy gave me an arch look.
"I'm just being practical," I said defensively.
"Someone has to call the ambulance and move the body," Lara said. "And I'd get there faster on my own in any case. I'll catch up to you when I can."
Which I figured was as much assurance as I'd get from her. It wasn't encouraging, but time was short, my options few, and standing around outdoors was likely to get everyone a bad case of deaditis.
So I strode to Murphy's bike. "Let's go."


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