NOT THE PIZZA GIRL by Michelle Ann King
Lisa
floored the van’s accelerator, thrashing the speed limit, weaving in and out of
traffic on the A12 and even slipstreaming an ambulance from Gallows Corner to
Gidea Park. It earned her more than a few angry horn blasts, a lot of
obscenities yelled out of car windows and undoubtedly a shedload of bad karma,
but it also shaved a good ten minutes off the journey. And when you guaranteed
delivery in half an hour, no exceptions, that counted for a lot.