Enemy Within by William David Read Free Book Online

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CHAPTER 13
     
    That night, arriving home I had walked in to the house to see that I had been burgled. In the study my papers were strewn everywhere, the contents of the fridge and drawers in the kitchen turfed on to the floor with the same in the bedroom, and the back door had been forced. I ’d returned to the lounge and was about to call the police when I was hit on the back of the head.
    I came to slowly and as I ’d opened my eyes I could see spots of blood congealing in front of me on the pine floor, my blood I presumed. There was a noise, someone was still there and searching through the bookshelves by the simple expedient of pulling them over with books flying out and crashing to the floor. What were they looking for? Adrian’s disc I assume.
    The next minute I was grabbed and flung in to a chair by two men. They were yelling something at me but in my dazed state I could not make it out so I pretended to lapse in to unconsciousness again. One of them slapped me hard trying to bring me round. He gave up, pulled the ‘‘‘phone cord out of its socket and disappeared, presumably to join his friend in wrecking the house.
    After a few minutes I ’d managed to get to my feet. I could hear them making a noise upstairs as I quietly moved towards the door. It opened with just a slight creak and I ’d stumbled out in to the rain and down the steps and along the path towards the car. There was a yell, my departure had been spotted and the chase was on. I reached the car; fortunately I still had the keys in my pocket, and started it as a figure had burst out through the front door and down the path followed seconds later by a second. I ’d slammed the car in to reverse and shot back up the drive and out on to the road, nearly going in to the beech hedge opposite the gateway in the process. As I pulled away one of the men, an unshaven individual in a black leather jacket and black shirt, had grabbed the door handle but I picked up speed and he was forced to let go and fell to the road. I ’d swerve d violently to avoid hitting a Volvo Estate parked in close to the hedge. Looking in the mirror as I ’d careered off down the lane I could see the two men running to the Volvo.
    The solution was to get to the police, and the nearest police would be the station in the village. As I ’d roared down the hill in to the village, the wipers were not coping well with the rain, which was torrential; I could see headlights behind me, the Volvo. I ’d screeched to a halt outside the police station. It was dark; it was closed and nobody answered as I thundered on the door. I ’d cursed, only manned for a limited number of hours each day. Looking around I could see that the whole village was deserted and silent. It seemed no one want to brave the weather. I ’d looked up and could see the Volvo hurtling down the street straight towards me and jumping back in to the car I’d s lammed it in to reverse gear . The Volvo swerved and crashed diagonally in to the passenger side bouncing off and knocking me sideways across the cobbled street. The Volvo window opened and a hand waved what looked like a pistol. I did not wait to find out and gunned the car on down the high street and out in to the country again. Looking in my mirror I could see that the Volvo was in hot pursuit.
    Back out in to the country again, the lanes were narrow with hedgerows or dry-stone walls pressing in on both sides; I ’d prayed we would not meet anything coming the other way. I was steering with one hand as I tried to use my mobile with the other, and call the police. The Volvo was catching me and soon the headlights were right on my tail. The car jumped and there was a loud crash noise ; my mobile fell to the floor . I realised that the Volvo had rammed me and I ’d put my foot down further on the throttle only just getting round the next corner without losing it and leaving the road. The Volvo dropped back and then gained again ; the jump