They were just in time to see Kowalczyk take a left onto Main Street. The pool car skittered into the turn, leaving a screech of tyres behind. Logan slapped the siren button, and the distinctive Weeeeeeeeeeeooooooow blared out, blue lights flashing behind the front grille. Kowalczyk glanced back over his shoulder and put on a fresh burst of speed. Which was why he didn't see the Volkswagen Golf coming the other way. Marek Kowalczyk had time for one last'Kurwa!' before it hit him. A screech of brakes. The THUMP of flesh meeting metal clearly audible over the pounding music. Pinwheeling limbs. The wet crunch of a body slamming down onto the tarmac. And then someone screamed.
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A muffled scream. The sound of a body hammering against metal. Heather sat up, groggy, blinking in the darkness. Boom, boom, boom. 'Help me! I don't want to die!' A woman's voice, muffled, coming from somewhere outside the prison. 'Kelley?' 'How can it be Kelley? She's asleep.' Duncan was right - Kelley's breathing came soft and rhythmic from the other side of the bars. 'Kelley! Wake up! Can you hear that?' Boom, boom, boom. 'HELP ME!' 'Mmmph?' 'There's someone out there!' Heather stood and felt her way into the darkness. 'Hello?' 'HELP ME!' Boom, boom, boom. She put her ear against the prison's metal wall. Boom, boom, boom. 'Hello?' 'Heather?' Kelley yawned, shifting in the dark. 'Heather? What's going on?' 'There's someone out there ... Hello?' She banged her palm against the wall. 'Help me! He killed my little sister! He killed Sandra! HELP ME!' 'We can't, we're locked in!' 'I DON'T WANT TO DIE!' More screaming, then crying. And eventually silence.
