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Edinburgh again (21 miles).
    Hitting the countryside, the roads were empty, she pushed her foot down and the car shrieked forward toward Edinburgh. The car oozed raw power and she loved it. No police car could keep up with her if she decided she wanted to get away from them. She looked at the speedometer and it read 130mph. Way faster than she’d ever been in a car and yet she felt a sense of control over this unlike she currently had over her the rest of her life. She eased off the throttle and dabbed the brakes gently until the speedometer came back to read 60mph (the national speed limit, she reminded herself) and tootled onward. Had she left any clues behind? She was definitely in danger as she was involved with Joseph (somehow) and some bad people were after him, plus she’d nabbed the cash. She didn’t think she’d left any clues should the police get involved. She was driving a huge great clue, but that was a different matter somehow.
    As she drifted along the deserted roads, a fragment of a snippet of dream came to her. She was with a stranger, who could have been Joseph, in an unknown place. They were on their way somewhere, she wasn’t sure where, but they were at the sea, yes, on a cliff. It was incredibly windy there as it was in the car right now. Perhaps this is what brought the dream back to her. In fact, the place felt strangely familiar. Not like it was an actual place she had been but like it had featured in many of her dreams, a place she often went. It felt dangerous, but exciting and fun at the same time. Unlike dreams where there seemed to be frustration or anxiety, this was a good place. He was laughing at her, but in a good way, like she was making him laugh. Off in the sea, something was moving very fast like a powerful boat, leaving a jet stream of white water behind it. The boat was on its way to the same place that they were going. It seemed to be somewhere further along the coast, not a town but some type of a craggy bluff that stuck out into an ultraviolet ocean. They saw the boat arrive at the bluff, but they were still a way off. That was as much as she could remember for now. She tried to replay the chapter in her mind, but she could not remember anything before or after this walking along the cliff.
    She jumped as a blue hatchback full of young lads overtook, peeping the horn as they were alongside. They pulled in sharply in front of her and the car lolled from side to side on its suspension under its heavy load of testosterone fuelled occupants. The two teenagers in the back looked back through the rear window and were laughing like this was the funniest thing they’d ever seen. It brought her back from her dream and she focused once again on the road. ‘I’ll show you little dick heads’ she thought. She scanned the road ahead. It was clear for half a mile or so. She dropped the car from sixth to third gear, re-gripped the suede covered wheel hard and pushed down on the accelerator, not flat to the floor but enough to make the car jump, leap and howl forward past the teen filled Honda. They wanted to race and the driver also dropped several gears and floored his charge, however it wasn’t really a fair fight in power or weight. Janet’s white sports car flew up the road; spitting out white lines at the Honda as she put an ever increasing chunk of space between them. What was wrong with her? She’d never driven like this in her life, had she? She had never overtaken anything before. It was addictive though. As she crested the next hill to which the boys had not yet begun climbing, a wide grin broke out. Then out of nowhere - chevrons and a sharp corner. She was going far too fast. She’d never make it. She hit the brakes hard whilst steering into the corner. Any other car would have gone straight ahead on the corner and through the wall into the field. But the white sports car seemed to grip down onto the road with all its wheels and flew round the right hander with a screech of