byYes, I was driving too fast. Yes, I wasn’t concentrating properly, talking to the others in the car. And yes, I skidded, turned the f*****g car over and couldn’t stop it smacking into the motorway bridge. My passengers, my three best friends, were all killed, pasted across concrete and tarmac. I was lucky to get out alive, if you can call surviving that horror lucky.
In the aftermath, no one said anything about the motorbike. The bastard riding it must have taken one look at what he had caused—oh yeah, it was his damn fault—and accelerated right out of there. It was close on midnight, the road wasn’t that well lit and there didn’t seem to be any witnesses. I was tossed away from the wreck and knocked senseless when I hit the hard shoulder, or so they told me later when they came to scra
