The driver himself wore a mask on his face. Next to him on the right hand-side, there was a middle-aged lady whose presence sent to the air a scent of a fine fragrance. It was familiar to me, as I had come across it in the expensive high-street shops. The car jolted into a ride with two other cars as part of the back-up trail. I noticed they were full of masked people as well. With the siren on the roof and the red flashing lights switched on, they all started rolling at the same time and sped up fast. Their ear-splitting honking reminded me of the day when pigs were sacrificed back home. We were going at such a speed you’d have thought it was the president, not a wanted man being taken around in one of those cars!
I still couldn’t get my head around what was happening to me. Their raid h
