Drive by Mark West

Author:Mark West [Mark West]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime, Thriller, Mystery, Horror, Dark Fiction, British Horror, Suspense, Novella
ISBN: 9781906864408
Amazon: B00MLP0XCW
Goodreads: 22922009
Publisher: Pendragon Press
Published: 2014-07-29T23:00:00+00:00

Six

The Audi dropped back into the overtaking lane, running tight to the crash barriers. David kept his eyes on the road, aware in the periphery of his vision of the Audi's location, but trying to concentrate.

A footbridge spanned the road a couple of hundred yards ahead and there was a large sign in front of it, behind the crash barrier, fluorescent yellow lettering proclaiming that to enjoy the new Gaffney golf centre, the driver should leave at the next exit.

Once under the bridge, David could see the welcoming blue-ish glow of the petrol station and he put his foot down. It took the Audi a moment or two to match his speed to pull alongside. He glanced over and Clarkey flipped him the bird. The window was heavily smeared and marked, as if the man had been licking it.

"What if this doesn't work?" said Nat quietly, pressing herself back into the chair.

"I don't have another idea," he said, honestly, "so let's hope it does."

The Audi pulled ahead slightly and David moved towards the hard shoulder. He could see the sliproad to the garage now, marked by green cats eyes, with a low sloping wall a hundred yards or so beyond the mouth, painted white with orange chevrons pointing towards the garage.

Far from being the tight turn Nat had suggested, from this distance it looked almost suicidal. If the car hit the wall, it'd be a write-off. But there weren't any other options - in the end, perhaps, it would come down to who ran out of petrol first.

The slip-road seemed to rush towards them, looking smaller as they got closer. The Audi was cruising alongside them now, about half a bonnet ahead.

Three hundred yards.

Two hundred yards.

"Get ready," he said and Nat crossed her arms over her chest and braced her legs into the footwell.

As soon as David gauged the sliproad started, he jammed on the brakes. They protested, squealing and the ABS kicked in, juddering the wheel. He steered onto the sliproad and pulled the handbrake on. The car started to slew to the right and he steered into it. He released both brakes, steered the car straight, then stamped on the foot brake again, cadence braking.

"David!"

The car was slowing but not quick enough. His knuckles were white. The tyres stopped protesting and he realised that, even though it was going to be tight, he would make it. He released the brakes, drove onto the forecourt and braked hard again, steering easily between the empty petrol pumps.

The forecourt was deserted. There were twelve pumps, then a roadway, then the shop building, which was low and built with red brick and a lot of glass. Parking spaces were marked out on the side of the building and one car was parked there. David could see someone inside the shop, who was walking towards the 'night service' counter and that brightened him. The whole area was well lit, bright white lights set in the canopy illuminating the forecourt as if the sun was blazing.

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