Matthew eased his foot on the accelerator and manoeuvred the Jeep around another corner. The world turned grey, the car now entering a stretch of road flanked by low hanging trees. He came to a sharp corner and stamped down on the brake for the first time. The speed gauge continued to rise. He hit the brake again, forcing his foot to the floor. His high speed continued. He pressed the brake over and over again and then the realisation dawned on him. Big Baz hadn’t been so careless after all. He’d sliced the brake cable. Jester took his foot off the accelerator and slowly the gauge nudged down; forty-five, forty, thirty-five. He dragged the vehicle around the sharp bend and, with his speed still dropping, he shot a nervous glance towards the rear-view mirror. The van was gaining on him, its speed constant, its cornering almost professional. The driver clearly knew the road well. “Shit,” Matthew hissed, stamping back down on the accelerator.
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