Chapter 14

“You must be kidding. If I don’t get it fixed before they come home tomorrow night, I might as well kiss the trip to Asia goodbye.”

“So, we’ll get it fixed,” Sarah said.

“With what? Do you have any money? I’m telling you my dad is going to freak when he sees the car.”

“I’ll call John; he’ll know what to do. He’s the head mechanic at work. He’ll help us. Now stop worrying.”

I could have murdered her. My dad had just brought this BMW sports car. He’d only had it for two weeks. My parents had gone on a business trip and they said Sarah could stay over. After all it had been quite a few years since we’d had any contact and they were happy for me to have company, to have her back in my life.

But Sarah had taken the keys, run down to the car, and hit the accelerator. The tires had squealed, and the car shot out of the drive and straight into the fence across the road.