'We're near your hotel. A quarter of a mile. To hell with kilometres. Hold tight! Here we go.' Paula looked back. A black Renault with tinted windows was on their tail. No sign of the other Citroen. Cardon rammed his foot down. They shot forward like a racing car at Le Mans. Paula braced herself, gripping the door handle, but couldn't resist looking back. The Renault was also moving at high speed. She caught a glimpse of the second Citroen coming up behind it. 'Now!' Cardon shouted. He braked suddenly. The Renault rushed into the ram at the rear of Garden's car. Behind it the second Citroen slammed its ram into the rear of the now stationary Renault, which concertinaed between the two Citroens. Hurled forward, Paula was saved by the seat belt, as was Tweed. She looked back again. Compressed by the two rams at top speed, the Renault was hardly recognizable, looked much smaller. Its windscreen was shattered. No sign of movement. Marler reversed a few feet, jumped out, peered inside the squashed vehicle, ran to Tweed, who had lowered his window.
