The rattle of the exhaust pipe cut across the sound of the motorway as he revved the old engine beyond its limits. The car trundled onto the road as he desperately tried to get the momentum going. His foot stayed glued to the floor, helped by the rising panic within him, making his limbs stiff with fear.
Despite the rain, he wound down the window to let the smell of wet tarmac fill his lungs in a bid to distract himself from reality. He allowed himself one quick glance in the rear view mirror. Nothing. Nothing but sleepy traffic in his wake. What did he expect, exploding bombs and helicopters following this car chase? This wasn’t like the movies. Real life was more sinister. There were no death defying stunts in shiny, black sports cars. This was the real Kurt Davies legging it down the highway in a beaten up old mini he’d bought for £500 in cash. It would be a while before the dealer discovered they were fakes.