Chapter 11

The jingle of a key ring against keys was a huge relief!  I swung the key and the Land Rover’s big engine fired to life.  I tossed the Eye on the passenger seat, slammed the gears into first, and then pressed my foot flat to the floor.  The wheels spun, screaming in protest and billowing out a plume of thick rubber-smelling smoke.  The backend of the car spun around, drifting on the particles of melting rubber that had formed a slippery mess between the tyres and the tar.  When I was facing back up the road, it leapt forward like a tiger attacking a gazelle just as the gunmen opened fire.  I sped past Nicole’s Audi and a lump formed in my throat as I realised I was leaving her behind now after she had chosen not to leave me be...

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