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By some kind of miracle, the police have yet to catch up with us. Something tells me they won't be far behind after that three-way truck battle.
I swing the lorry into the emergency drop-off area of the Royal Surrey County Hospital.
I scoop up the girl, blanket and all. I make for Accident & Emergency. Amira jumps out behind me. She wants to stay with her.
"No," I say. "Stay with the truck. I'll dump her and run."
"Someone needs to be with her. I made a promise—"
"The police will get hold of you.”
"I don't care," she says.
"Well do you care about your friends in the back? 'Cause if that truck gets towed, they're either dead or deported."
Amira throws her arms up in the air. "Okay," she says, staying with the truck.
I run inside with the girl, shouting my lungs off. An ageing,
