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wedged under the driverā€™s seat in front, and held it down at her side. The door slammed as Julio jumped back into the car and pulled away with a screech. There was no way she could get a good angle to strike him from the back seat with the headrest up so high, so she waited. Every second on the road felt like an hour, and no-one dared speak. The car slowed as Julio started applying the breaks and turned into a side road overtaken with trees. Branches and leaves slapped against the windows as he weaved erratically over bumps in the road. If anyone was going to be executed, this would be the place to do it. Shielded from the main road, under the cover of forest and the impending darkness. Michael wondered what was waiting for them at the end of the road, and then he got his answer. The overgrown foliage gave way to a clearing, a small mossy hut with a rusty brown corrugated iron roof, that looked like it hadnā€™t seen human interaction for years. They couldnā€™t go like this, to disappear like Josieā€™s sister, posing more unanswerable questions. The car came to a stop. The child-locks clicked open.

ā€œGet out!ā€

Michael got out as quickly as he could, stumbling as he stepped onto the uneven ground, and shut the car door behind him, a tinny sound sending reverberations into the forest. He rushed to the front of the car. The damp earth beneath his feet released a musty smell with every step. ā€œHey. Slowly.ā€ Julio didnā€™t take his eyes off Michael. In the dwindling light his brown eyes were almost black, like looking down a dark well with no end. Michael heard Josieā€™s car door close. ā€œWhat is going on?ā€ Michael shouted, trying to hold Julioā€™s attention. As Josie came up behind, Julio span around just in time for the bottle to make contact with his forehead. A hollow thud, and a crack. Julio stumbled backwards, dropping his gun, but remained upright. The bottle remained intact in Josieā€™s hand and as she lurched forward and swung it at Julio again, he grabbed her wrist and wrenched her arm down, sending the bottle rolling across the dried leaf-litter on the ground and under the car. As Michaelā€™s brain finally kicked into gear and he ran at them, grabbing Julio from behind, his arm around his thick neck. Julio tried to throw him off, flailing like a bucking-bronco, and smashed Michael backwards against a tree, knocking the wind out of him.

Michael could just about make out Josie, scrabbling around amongst the leaves to find the gun. Julio turned around and lunged at him again. Michael dodged to his right and grabbed Julioā€™s head, ramming it into the trunk of the tree, using Julioā€™s own momentum against him. The sound of skull slamming against bark. He watched in disbelief as Julio collapsed at the base of the tree. His body had worked independently of his mind, an out-of-body experience. He wasnā€™t capable of these things. His hands trembled.

ā€œIs he?ā€

ā€œUnconscious? Dead? I donā€™t know.ā€ He couldnā€™t bring himself to check. He had to dissociate himself from the heap on the floor.

Josie didnā€™t waste any time before crouching down to have a look, but she wasnā€™t checking for signs of life. She rifled through his pockets. Her cell phone was in his pocket and she took it back, before digging deeper into his pocket, and then checking the other.  ā€œWhere are they?ā€

ā€œWhat?ā€

ā€œThe car keys,ā€ she yelled impatiently. ā€œCheck in the car.ā€

Michael opened the door of the unlocked car, checking the ignition and the front seat. Nothing. ā€œThe keys must be on him.ā€

ā€œTheyā€™re not. Iā€™ve checked every pocket.ā€ She took her attention away from Julio and ran her hands through the debris on the floor.

ā€œJosie, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Weā€™re just going to have to go by foot.ā€

ā€œAre you kidding?ā€

ā€œLetā€™s get out of here.ā€ Michael started back up the path they had come from. ā€œJosie, come on!ā€ She finally tore herself away from searching for the car-keys and they sprinted back down the road they had come from. There were no cars on the road, no headlights to illuminate the way. Just shadows and darkness.

ā€œWe better not stick to the main road. If he wakes up.ā€ Michael didnā€™t want to finish his sentence.

ā€œI think weā€™re better off taking our chances in the forest, at least weā€™ll have cover, plenty of places to hide.ā€ She walked across the road and shone the dim light of her phone into the bushes on the other side.

ā€œShould we phone the police?ā€

ā€œI just need some time to think first. Besides, weā€™re not going to be safe waiting here for them, not if Julio wakes up. Remember what Ɓlvaro saidā€”about the police being in their pockets.ā€

ā€œIf that was the case, why did Julio kill that cop?ā€

ā€œFuck it, letā€™s just keep moving.ā€

Chapter Seventeen

The dense forest left them just enough room to weave between the obstacle course of trees and bushes of ferns that clawed at their legs as they walked. Roots curled in and out of the earth, and they cursed every time they stumbled on one. It was almost pitch-black and Michaelā€™s legs ached from each and every considered step he took. The trees closed in on them, almost impenetrable, suffocating. Michaelā€™s skin crept with claustrophobia, and he regretted straying too far from the road as invisible insects tickled his skin, making his hairs stand on end. They swerved to their right, where the forest was less thick and held out their arms in front of them, feeling their way through the never-ending maze.

ā€œThis will be quite the story to tell when you get home.ā€ Michael tried to air on the side of optimism, for once. He slapped his left arm. That was definitely a bug.

ā€œAfter this.ā€ Josie paused as she ducked under a vine. ā€œYouā€™re so going to have to come visit me. Youā€™re stuck with me now,

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