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Mikey smiled slowly as he saw the sleek, silver BMW parked in the far corner of the Black Bull car park. It was Saturday night and he bored. He waved urgently at Craig and the two girls they'd met earlier by the chip shop, beckoning them to join him in a warm, comfortable ride home. He knew the girls would be impressed by his bravado, and by the sheer thrill of the dangerous, illicit ride. With rapid expertise, Mikey negotiated the BMW`s lock, opened the door with a swift motion before efficiently disabling the alarm. He was glad that the car was an older model as later versions of this car were virtually impossible to steal.

Craig grinned at Mikey, his face contorted with sly, delight as he sprang lightly onto the cream leather backseat, pulling Natasha down beside him. Natasha giggled with excitement, as she nuzzled down beside Craig. Mikey urged the other girl, Joy, to climb into the front passenger seat while he began to frantically rev up the engine. Joy looked around with some trepidation, not wanting to get into the car, but afraid of derisive comments from her three companions. With an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, Joy slid into the passenger seat, just closing the door as the car began to move with a jerking motion. She watched as Mikey took a long, slow, slug of extra-dry cider; Winking at Joy, eyes burning with elation, he rammed his foot down hard on the accelerator and the tyres squealed as they hit the tarmac with high speed.

Jeff Knight had enjoyed his weekly night out with the lads, and thought about a getting a take-away to share with Maria and the kids when he got home. At 43, Jeff was a married man with a boisterous young family, and he relished his Saturday night drink and game of darts. It was a grey miserable night though and Jeff turned up his collar against the drizzling rain, digging his hands deep into the pockets of his fleece jacket. He headed for the pelican crossing, deep in thought as he walked briskly along New Chester Road, passing by the Hotel California on his left.

Jeff never saw the car approaching. Looking straight ahead as he walked, the car seemed to come from nowhere. Joy screamed in terror as Mikey lost control of the car, negotiating the bend at 83 miles per hour and she slumped forward in her seat, pulled back sharply by her seat-belt. Looking on in horror, she saw the car mount the pavement and a middle-aged man hit the windscreen with a dull thud. The following moments appeared like slow motion to Joy's traumatised mind, and Jeff Knight's body slid languidly from the bonnet, smearing the windscreen with dark, sticky blood. Mikey, white with shock, tried to clear his mind as the girl's screams pierced his brain and his body trembled uncontrollably. From the back seat, Craig shouted to Mikey, louder and louder, urging him to drive on to get away now!

And in his terror, Mikey drove!

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