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the car pull off after him.
Carl, he asked himself, what have you got yourself into?
***
They weren't giving up.
Sam had been pushing the Capri for several miles, negotiating the tight country lanes with sheer abandon at times. His experience as a police officer allowed him to maintain the distance between himself and the faster Audi, but he wasn't losing the other car. The driving skills he had acquired during chases had always involved him being the hunter. Now, Sam was the hunted and he wasn't enjoying it.
He tried to plot a move. It didn't help that he didn't know the area particularly well. All he had done so far was circle the edge of Bursleigh, intentionally sticking to the near-empty roads of the countryside. He had considered going into town. Its extra traffic would provide the deterrent of plenty of witnesses, but Sam wasn't entirely sure that would put these men off. He didn't know what they wanted, only that there would be severe consequences if they caught up with him. Especially after the stunt he had just pulled.
He had to do something. Hurtling round another bend, Sam knew from experience something had to give soon. Driving this recklessly, it was only a matter of time before an accident occurred or they attracted the attention of the law.
Right on cue, Sam heard the wail of a police siren in the distance. As he flew over the crest of a hill and sped down the other side, he reckoned the police car was behind them. Hopefully, they had the Audi in their sights and not him.
He slowed down for a junction at the bottom of the hill. Behind him, he saw the Audi appear at the top of the rise. He was delighted to see the police car right behind it, headlights flashing furiously. Sam eased the Capri straight across the junction and steadily accelerated. He looked back as the Audi reached the same junction and turned left. The police car did the same. Sam pulled his car over and got out. Across the low fields, he watched the Audi speed off, with the police car doggedly hanging on to its tail.
Sam remembered a wizened old copper once telling him that, more often than not, car chases were about luck. Never could he agree more.
Chapter 17
Satisfied he wasn't being tailed anymore, Sam continued into town, deciding he would confront Carl later with everything that had happened today. He would make Carl an offer of his own. Come clean and explain a few things or he was calling it a day. Money or no money. The list of people with some form of gripe towards Carl was getting longer all the time. It was getting out of hand.
As a precaution, Sam parked in an underground car park in town, leaving the Capri in the darkest, dankest corner he could find. Locking it up, he found himself wishing he was driving something less conspicuous right now. A white Capri was not the most discreet car. He headed to the library again, hoping Lucy would be at work today. He wanted to know if she had remembered anything more about Carl. Anything else her dad might have mentioned about him.
The lad he had seen yesterday, Gareth, was on reception again. It was Lucy's day off, he told Sam, eyeing him suspiciously. Sam asked to use a computer, to which Gareth gleefully informed him he could only do so with a membership card. Sam ignored the urge to wipe the smirk off the kid's face and went to leave.
'Excuse me, but you can use this one. I've just finished.'
An elderly lady was rising from a computer just inside the entrance door. Above the computer was a sign declaring fifteen minutes of use for non-members. Sam thanked the woman and turned back to the reception desk. Gareth scowled at him. Sam smiled back.
He started typing into the search engine.
Save The Countryside.
They had their own website, filled with pages of innocuous-looking information and articles for those with an eco-friendly inclination. Nothing very militant at all. They even had a game for children, which involved building as many wind turbines as possible in a minute.
Carl, he asked himself, what have you got yourself into?
***
They weren't giving up.
Sam had been pushing the Capri for several miles, negotiating the tight country lanes with sheer abandon at times. His experience as a police officer allowed him to maintain the distance between himself and the faster Audi, but he wasn't losing the other car. The driving skills he had acquired during chases had always involved him being the hunter. Now, Sam was the hunted and he wasn't enjoying it.
He tried to plot a move. It didn't help that he didn't know the area particularly well. All he had done so far was circle the edge of Bursleigh, intentionally sticking to the near-empty roads of the countryside. He had considered going into town. Its extra traffic would provide the deterrent of plenty of witnesses, but Sam wasn't entirely sure that would put these men off. He didn't know what they wanted, only that there would be severe consequences if they caught up with him. Especially after the stunt he had just pulled.
He had to do something. Hurtling round another bend, Sam knew from experience something had to give soon. Driving this recklessly, it was only a matter of time before an accident occurred or they attracted the attention of the law.
Right on cue, Sam heard the wail of a police siren in the distance. As he flew over the crest of a hill and sped down the other side, he reckoned the police car was behind them. Hopefully, they had the Audi in their sights and not him.
He slowed down for a junction at the bottom of the hill. Behind him, he saw the Audi appear at the top of the rise. He was delighted to see the police car right behind it, headlights flashing furiously. Sam eased the Capri straight across the junction and steadily accelerated. He looked back as the Audi reached the same junction and turned left. The police car did the same. Sam pulled his car over and got out. Across the low fields, he watched the Audi speed off, with the police car doggedly hanging on to its tail.
Sam remembered a wizened old copper once telling him that, more often than not, car chases were about luck. Never could he agree more.
Chapter 17
Satisfied he wasn't being tailed anymore, Sam continued into town, deciding he would confront Carl later with everything that had happened today. He would make Carl an offer of his own. Come clean and explain a few things or he was calling it a day. Money or no money. The list of people with some form of gripe towards Carl was getting longer all the time. It was getting out of hand.
As a precaution, Sam parked in an underground car park in town, leaving the Capri in the darkest, dankest corner he could find. Locking it up, he found himself wishing he was driving something less conspicuous right now. A white Capri was not the most discreet car. He headed to the library again, hoping Lucy would be at work today. He wanted to know if she had remembered anything more about Carl. Anything else her dad might have mentioned about him.
The lad he had seen yesterday, Gareth, was on reception again. It was Lucy's day off, he told Sam, eyeing him suspiciously. Sam asked to use a computer, to which Gareth gleefully informed him he could only do so with a membership card. Sam ignored the urge to wipe the smirk off the kid's face and went to leave.
'Excuse me, but you can use this one. I've just finished.'
An elderly lady was rising from a computer just inside the entrance door. Above the computer was a sign declaring fifteen minutes of use for non-members. Sam thanked the woman and turned back to the reception desk. Gareth scowled at him. Sam smiled back.
He started typing into the search engine.
Save The Countryside.
They had their own website, filled with pages of innocuous-looking information and articles for those with an eco-friendly inclination. Nothing very militant at all. They even had a game for children, which involved building as many wind turbines as possible in a minute.
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