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    ‘What the hell was that?’ Dylan said.
    ‘It looks like everyone wants to pretend nothing happened.’

Lap Five
    A lex’s funeral was held at a stone church on a rainy Friday in Guildford. Dylan came with me. The church’s small car park was reserved for the hearse and family, so I parked on the street. The service hadn’t started yet so everyone was milling around in groups in front of the church.
    The scene sent me back to mum and dad’s funeral. I had felt so alone despite my grandparents’ presence. It didn’t seem possible that I’d never see my parents again. The funeral seemed to take place around me, as if I was invisible. The vicar talked about a future that couldn’t be true. I cried more out of confusion than loss.
    Graham and about a dozen of the championship drivers stood huddled together in the graveyard, away from the congregation in what appeared to be self-imposed banishment. Derek was the notable absentee, which was understandable under the circumstances. Dylan and I joined them.
    Our banishment wasn’t entirely self-imposed. I felt a number of the mourners staring at us with disgusted looks. I couldn’t blame them. We were an unpleasant reminder of what had killed Alex. If they only knew what we knew about the death threat, they would be chasing us off with pitchforks and torches. At least Derek had the good sense not to show his face.
    ‘Did anyone catch Redline on Tuesday?’ John Barshinski asked.
    We all nodded.
    ‘Why’d they cut the crash out?’ John asked.
    ‘Out of respect?’ Graham said.
    ‘Cutting the crash out is one thing. Ignoring what happened is another,’ I said.
    ‘I don’t think they ignored it,’ Graham said.
    ‘Redline excised the crash and all mention of Alex,’ Dylan said. ‘That’s wrong. They didn’t have to go into details, but they should have said something about Alex.’
    ‘It could have something to do with the police investigation,’ Tony Hansen said. ‘The cops have been all over the track.’
    Tony and Pete Hansen ran the race school at Stowe Park for anyone who wanted a spin around the track. They operated out of a small office at the circuit.
    ‘Have any of you been interviewed?’ I asked. It seemed natural that if they were investigating the crash, they’d interview the drivers.
    Everyone shook their head.
    ‘I know they interviewed Derek and Myles,’ Tony said.
    I hoped the police planned on widening their investigation, but maybe they didn’t have to. They might have a strong enough case against Derek already. That could explain Redline’s edited coverage of the race. Essentially, it was evidence the police wouldn’t want on display before a trial. That might explain why both Pit Lane Magazine and Motorsport News had limited their mention of Alex’s death to only a sentence.
    ‘Have the cops mentioned charges?’ I asked.
    ‘Why should they?’ Tony said.
    ‘Why do you think?’ John said. ‘Derek’s death threat.’
    ‘That was just talk,’ Graham said.
    ‘Was it? Alex is dead, isn’t he?’ I said.
    ‘Jesus, keep it down,’ Dylan said. ‘We’re at a funeral for Christ’s sake.’
    I took a breath and dropped my voice. ‘There’s no way this was coincidence. Derek said he’d kill Alex and Alex died.’
    ‘That’s a pretty big accusation, Aidy,’ Graham said.
    ‘Are you really going to stand there and defend Derek?’
    Graham shrugged. ‘No, but you can’t accuse the guy of being a killer without proof and you don’t have it. You were back in the pack and couldn’t have seen anything.’
    ‘But you could, Graham,’ I said. ‘You were behind Derek and Alex. You had the best view.’
    Graham glowered. ‘They were a hundred yards ahead and I was more interested in the pack behind me than Derek and Alex. I didn’t see anything.’
    ‘OK, let’s calm down. We’re all friends here,’ Jerry Watt said. ‘Look, it doesn’t matter what we think, saw or heard. This is a police matter. We