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I turned and ran low around the back of the Ferrari.
My only chance was to make it into the bushes by the side of the road.
I couldn't afford to wait. So I went for it. Running and jumping over the metal barrier. I dove into the bushes. I turned and looked back at the road. The driver paused and peered into the darkness, like he thought he'd seen or heard something, but couldn't be sure.
It was dark and the car engines were loud, even idling in neutral. I prayed he hadn't seen or heard anything.
He turned away and climbed behind the wheel of the Ferrari. He reversed fast down the road. Then accelerated up towards the bend again, as if he was gonna fly right over the side of the hill. But he hit the brakes, skidding and screeching and stopping a few feet short of the edge. The air s
