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The Ferrari cabin is all bent out of shape. The steering wheel column shunted out a foot and tight to Josh's chest. It'll be hard to get him out of there, the way everything's twisted. His body included.
But that doesn't stop me grabbing hold of the driver door. I pull with everything I've got, over and over and over. The best I can do is prise it open a couple of inches.
It's no good. The damn thing is stuck fast. It'll take the jaws of life to get it open. They'll have to flip the car and cut the poor lad out.
I rise to my feet and bang at the car in frustration.
I lean against the Ferrari and hang my head.
This is all my fault. I should've insisted we drive in the same car.
Should have spotted the flat earlier.
But why didn't you wait for me, Josh?
Why did you have to drive
