We are almost in Queen's Park, when I see a black SUV looming ahead, blocking our way on the side street I have taken.
"Oh my God", says Jesús. It him!"
"Did you give him his keys", says Sarah.
"Shit, I forget" says Jesús. And the Ukrainian's baseball bat is still on the floor at Carl's feet.
"better give him what he wants", say I , stopping the car, but before I can remove my seatbelt, the SUV is suddenly advancing on us, picking up speed and momentum. He means to crash into us. I back up,frantically seeking an exit. he stupidly swerves and now the sickening crunching sound of metal on metal as he crashes into a street light.
There is nothing, no movement from the vehicle. We advance closer and, yes, he is slumped over. Sarah is already calling 911...
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