An unexpected ride

He held the door politely for the suited man, who was followed by a smartly-dressed and quiet boy. They both settled themselves in the limo’s deep back seat, and then the driver shut the door firmly before walking back round and slipping back into his own seat. The glass between himself and the back prevented him from seeing his passengers clearly, but he knew that they would knock if they required his attention.

It was twenty minutes down the highway when he caught the flashing lights in his wing mirror. The faint trickle of unease in his stomach came back in force as the motorbike slid in behind him, followed quickly by a car. As the third slid in front of him, he pulled off the highway and onto the hard shoulder.

One policeman came to his door, and another opened the back door to speak to his passengers. Too busy answering the first polite greeting, the driver didn’t notice the quick nod that went from a grim-faced policeman to the one standing near his window. And so the request caught him entirely by surprise.

“If you’d like to step out of the car, sir….you’re under arrest for murder.”

The driver stopped in the act of swinging his legs out from the car. “Murder? Whose?”

The policeman gestured to the back of the car, and the two sprawled bodies inside. “Theirs.”

 

This is a starter that I wrote, simply for the hell of it. I haven’t got any further and don’t know where to go, so have it for free and please play! Some suggestions:

~ someone’s hiding in the limo? There’s a gas canister in the doorway that activates when the door’s shut? An assassin who somehow got in and out without the driver realising…or did he realise?

~ add a twist. It’s not the passengers who are the target, it’s the driver. Someone’s trying to delay him – permanently, if possible. Who, and why?