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engine revved and roared, slinging them out of the spot they were in, and sent them speeding away from the police station. The police cars were close behind.
    Blake sat forward in the back, clinging onto the passenger seat as if it were his long-lost child. He had never been comfortable in fast vehicles, least of all in an uncontrollable environment. It seemed like half of London was on their tail, and he was heading in an unknown direction with a crazy bastard that he didn't know if he could trust.
    'Who are you?' he tried to ask, slipping from left to right at the sharp turns. It was difficult to stay upright. 'Why are you helping–'
    'Listen,' Silver Hair said, pulling desperately at the steering wheel, 'we'll talk as soon as we're out of here, but for now I'm going to need your help. Look behind us, tell me exactly what you see.'
    He wasn't sure if he could do it. Turning his head meant letting go of the seat, and that seemed far too dangerous to him. The odds were not in his favour, and he always considered the odds. 'I don't…' Blake gagged. Swallowed it. 'I don't know.'
    They rounded the corner and came onto a long, busy stretch of road. They picked up speed, swerving between other drivers on the road. Drivers were leaning on their horns, sirens wailed in the background. Blake could hear people yelling their complaints, but they were long gone by the time they could finish their sentences.
    ' How many?' the silver-haired man screamed at him.
    That kicked him into gear immediately. He spun his head around. Tried to be as informative as possible. After all, this didn't seem like a man he would want to upset any time soon. 'Six cars,' he said, unsure if the last one he counted was the same one he had seen behind a VW Camper only a few second ago. 'Two bikes, catching up,' he added.
    'Good. Now I need you to do something: put your seatbelt on, and get ready to open your door.' He spun the wheel again, flinging the car around a group of pedestrians who were crossing the road. He put his foot down, and they picked up speed.
    Blake flew forward in his seat, stumbling onto the handbrake. He quickly sat back. Open my door? Is he crazy? 'Nu-uh.' He shook his head, biting down on his lower lip. 'There's no way I'm jumping out of a moving vehicle. Not at this speed.'
    The man turned his head for a second, raised an eyebrow at Blake. 'You're not rolling out anywhere,' he said. 'Just do as I tell you.' He turned his eyes back to the road, where he continued to manoeuvre between the other cars.
    Blake felt a little stupid but did as he was told. What was he expected to do? This man, whoever he was, was a damn sight smarter than Blake was.
    He put one arm on the edge of the head rest, wrapped his fingers around the handle for support. His left hand clutched the door handle, ready to pull on it.
    Silver Hair pulled to the left, maintaining his speed. He had obviously done this before. Hell, he had fought before, used tactics to escape hot situations before. He must have–he showed such confidence back at the police station. It made sense to Blake that this man would be on the wrong end of a high-speed car chase.
    A man on a police bike caught up to them, swerving between the other drivers with well-trained precision. He slowed behind a van and swung around on the other side, pulling up on the left of them. Blake wondered what they were hoping to do when they caught up to him and his partner-in-crime.
    Do people have partners in crime? They do–and now I do too.
    What was this motorcyclist hoping to achieve?At least the cars could try to pin them in. Blake wondered if they would try to get ahead of the car, cause them to slow to a stop.
    And then he realised what Silver Hair was asking him to do.
    The bike came closer on the left.
    Silver Hair pushed his foot down further. There were no more cars ahead of them–none in their direct path, anyway. 'Now!' he called, urgent and demanding, and then slammed his foot down on the brake