was driving, “I’m approaching a large, what must be a roundabout. They’ve just gone round it the wrong way. Now they’ve hit another car. It didn’t even slow them down.”
“Large roundabout,” Sonnenburg was saying, “All right I think you’re at the piazza De Re Di Roma.”
“I don’t know. I can’t see any road signs.”
“That’s because they’re up high on buildings Peter. I know exactly where you are. We’ve got a fix on the Lancia’s tracker. You’re heading for the Grande Raccordo Anulare….”
“The what?”
“It’s the motorway that encircles greater Rome. Now we’ve got them.”
Dennis didn’t answer. He was busy swerving around cars that were frantically trying to avoid the Hummer and the Lancia. Then suddenly a car was hit broadside amid a burst of sparks and it rolled onto its roof and onto the pavement until it tumbled to a stop. Two more Hummer’s burst onto the road to join the other one in front of Dennis.
“Holy crap,” Dennis shouted into the phone whilst performing an emergency stop, “Two more Hummer’s have joined the chase and by the looks of it these two are armour plated.
Dennis watched in his rear view mirror as the crashed car stopped moving.
“Two more Hummer’s,” Sonnenburg replied, “Well they’re not ours. Peter I need you out of there now. We now have air support. Leave it to our ground forces.”
“Understood.”
Dennis put the phone down and ducked his head down to look out of the top of the windscreen as a police helicopter whooshed past overhead, its bright searchlight on the road. He watched in the rear view mirror again as a group of bystanders rushed to the upturned car to help its occupants. Ahead, the helicopter banked and disappeared from view, blocked from his eyesight by tall buildings. Dennis reached down and picked up the blue light and put it on the roof of the car. He flicked it on then flicked the siren switch.
“Peter what the fuck are you doing?” he said out loud as he stomped on the accelerator and the lancia roared away once again in pursuit.
It didn’t take him long to catch up to the trail of destruction. There were smashed and dented cars and mopeds. He passed what was obviously an outdoor pavement café. The tables and chairs were smashed to pieces along with the barriers displaying the café’s logo. Dennis saw a group of people crowded around something laying on the ground amongst the destroyed furniture. Then he saw faces turn towards him as the people responded to the siren and blue light. He saw some of them stand up from crouching and move back. Then he saw the pools of blood in his headlights.
“Bastards!” he said as he raced past.
The phone on the passenger seat began to ring. Dennis picked it up and pressed the green telephone symbol.
“Mr Dennis I told you to stop your pursuit and yet I can see on the screen that you are still following….”
“They’ve just run down some innocents who were enjoying an evening out for fuck’s sake,” Dennis shouted down the phone at Sonnenburg, “I’m not going to let them get away with it.”
Sonnenburg glanced at Natalie who along with Hutchinson was standing next to the police chief. He saw the look of concern on her face. Then he turned back to the monitors.
“All right Mr Dennis. You have just entered the A91 motorway. This road takes you to the Fumicino airport. It is also a toll road. They have made a mistake leading you onto this. We will be able to set up a road block at the tolling station.”
“They must also know this. Why would they take a road you can block?”
“This is the motorway that leads onto Tarquinia. For them it is the quickest route if they’re planning to escape this way.”
“Well if you ask me it all sounds too easy.”
“Relax Mr Dennis. We’ve got them now.”
Sonnenburg ended the call and nodded at Natalie.
“Don’t worry miss. Everything’s under control.”
Dennis had the Lancia at 140KPH as he sped in and out of traffic, changing lanes, overtaking and undertaking, always gaining on the three black Hummers. They were speeding and chopping and changing lanes also. Dennis turned the blue light and siren off, hoping to catch up to them without giving himself away. What he was going to do once he caught up to them he had no idea. He eased off the accelerator and maintained a fairly large distance. He saw headlights in his rear view mirror and heard the sirens