“Do you think we will be on the news tonight?”
“Wait till I tell the girls in my class.”
The security gates were already open, and Mrs Seebold, Gina, Thornton and even Mr Seebold, who had never spoken to me before, were waiting. The two children tumbled out into the waiting arms of their parents, and as soon as I was out of the car, the questions started. It was Gina who brought me a cup of tea and called half time to allow me to catch my breath. She knew me better, far better than the others. I wondered if she could see that I was shaking?
The police and bike men, who I later found out were part of Seebold’s security, were examining the car. It looked a wreck. The front bumper was badly smashed. Both front wheel wells were unrecognisable, with parts of the right one missing, and there
