The front bumper tore away in the impact. *** Neville glanced once again over his shoulder and saw the two stricken emergency vehicles, the second ploughing into a parked car as the driver wrestled with the wheel. *** In the Astra, Garside shouted in horror as he felt the car flip. It struck the right-hand kerb doing thirty, its momentum causing the two offside wheels to rise off the ground. In one manic second, the Astra was on its side. Garside fell against his companion, looking down at Brenner who was bleeding badly from the bullet wound in his chest. Blood bubbled on his lips every time he tried to breathe through his mouth. The driver of the second car, his head split from hairline to eyebrow, staggered from the vehicle clutching the wound, blood pouring through his fingers. He stood in the centre of the road glancing around him. Shocked. Dazed. Garside pushed his way through the shattered windscreen of the Astra and fell forward onto the pavement. His head was spinning.
