By the time the sunset was just a lipstick smear on the ocean’s collar, I noticed I’d picked up a shade.
Was a wonder I’d not seen him sooner, the car was pretty conspicuous: filing-cabinet grey sedan with a mismatched hood. Still, it was being driven calm and safe behind the darkened glass. All I could see were leather driving gloves sensibly gripping the wheel.
I noticed he was indicating off as the road pulled up to the old quarry. I didn’t bother to signal but swung the car into the quarry anyway.
He parked up a good distance back.