Chapter Four
Outside World
The battered police car stood on the edge of the cliff.
One uniformed policeman stood on the edge of the chasm and whistled as he stared at the c*****e far below. The busses, broken backed and crumpled, a few bodies could scattered around where they had been thrown by the impact.
His companion sat half in the driver’s seat and was speaking into the handset.
Far from base, the replies came as a crackling whisper, almost impossible to understand. The policeman started to use a talking-shout into the microphone, but the answers were even more indistinct. In a gesture of frustration, the second officer gave up and moved to stand by his companion.
“It’s them,” he said in Spanish. “Both coaches… Lima is not going to be at all happy…”
“Looks like they both just d
