Peacock shook his head. ‘There’s something wrong.’
‘Like what?’ said Henderson.
‘With the car. I don’t know. It’s sluggish. I’m having trouble steering.’
‘It’s sick,’ said Tupelo.
Henderson looked round. ‘Don’t start all that.’
‘It’s got the sickness inside it, in the wires, in the engine, all the parts between.’
‘Look now, everything’s fine.’
‘The car’s dying.’