I passed the Saab, moving slowly, keenly aware that I might be driving into danger. When I caught sight of my house, that was when I knew I was in trouble. I caught movement behind the downstairs net curtains. I wasn’t imagining it. There was someone in my front room. And before I knew what was happening I heard a shout from inside the house. Then I saw two men running down my front drive towards my car. One of them was Sean Boyd. Boyd himself had clearly decided that this time he was determined there were not going to be any mistakes. He was handling my killing personally. Stepping on the gas. I roared down the steep road, clipping the Saab’s front wing as I passed, then tore ahead onto the main road, as I heard the other car’s engine start. From the corner of my eye I saw the black car catch me up effortlessly. I accelerated along the road, dialling 999 on my hands-free. In the nearside wing mirror I could see a rifle pointing out from the side window of the other car. I heard the sharp crack of gunfire.
