Fatal Witness: An absolutely gripping mystery and suspense thriller! (Detective Erika Foster Book 7) by Robert Bryndza

Author:Robert Bryndza [Bryndza, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781914547058
Publisher: Raven Street Publishing
Published: 2022-07-07T00:00:00+00:00

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Two police officers arrived as Erika and Peterson came out of the house with Tess, who was now dressed, but still dazed and in shock. They were standing out on the pavement when a silver Ford Focus came around the corner, and slowed as it drew close. Erika saw that Jasper was driving. When he noticed them standing outside the house with the police car, he put his foot down and shot past.

‘What’s he doing? He must have seen what’s happening here,’ said Erika. They watched as the car came to a screeching halt at the end of the road, and then with a roar reversed back to the junction leading to the main road. He turned into it with another screech of rubber, and the car vanished. Peterson looked at Erika.

‘I don’t like this,’ he said.

‘Neither do I, come on,’ said Erika. After quickly handing off Tess to be looked after by one of the uniforms, they jumped in to Erika’s car.

‘He’s heading towards the South Circular,’ said Peterson as Erika started the engine and put the car in gear. They set off towards the junction in pursuit of Jasper, and Peterson gripped the door as Erika floored the accelerator and switched on the blue lights and sirens. She took the left turn with a scream of rubber, and up ahead she saw Blackheath Common, the grass a dirty brown colour.

‘There,’ said Peterson. Jasper’s Ford Focus was already halfway across the Common, waiting at a set of traffic lights.

‘What’s he doing? Why is he running away?’ Erika kept repeating, almost under her breath.

An old lady was about to cross the road in front of them, laden down with shopping bags, but Erika honked the horn and she stepped back, falling into a thick hedgerow.

Peterson looked back at the old lady who was half-standing, half-lying in the hedge, her bags of shopping pooled around her, and oranges rolling into the road. The traffic lights turned green and Jasper sped off, opening out the gap between them. Erika grabbed the radio off the dashboard.

‘This is DCI Erika Foster 34568, in pursuit of a silver Ford Focus by Blackheath Common. We’re heading south towards the A20. Suspect driving is a Jasper Clark, no “e” white male mid-thirties…’

They crossed the junction and sped onward towards another set of traffic lights. Jasper’s car shot over the junction just as the lights turned red. On either side of the road was the common, but it was built up in places and the grass was uneven.

Erika wasn’t going to wait for backup to take over. She slammed the steering wheel to the right and the car bumped and the engine screamed as she drove past the line of traffic between the tarmac and the common, and rejoined the road with a bump. A lorry driving perpendicular over the crossroad screeched to a halt, and they narrowly missed another car coming from the other direction as they shot over the junction and continued in pursuit of Jasper, who was now close to a third set of traffic lights which were green.

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