Chapter Twelve
The end of the rainbow.
The black BMW was an M model. The sports variety.
The car carried a throaty grumble as it prowled the streets ahead of me. In a straight race, the sporty coupé would leave my tatty old Toyota for dust and then come back to lap me just for fun. Lucky for me, there was almost no chance of the owner getting to unleash the vehicle. The BMW begged for the open road, but it wouldn’t see one anytime soon.
In the movies, it’s all high-speed chases and spinning wheels. In reality, a slow, creeping pursuit can be much more taxing.
London traffic has never been for the faint of heart at the best of times and, as morning turned into afternoon and the city’s nine-to-five workforce poured out onto the streets for lunchtime, the roads turned into the familiar s
