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A convoluted story in which almost no one is telling the truth. The mystery deepens as the grisly incidents become more frequent. Is anyone afraid of him? Shall we try a few paragraphs from the book?

I think of all the action movies where someone is in a car against their will.

I'm not tied up and my mouth is not gagged. I am not bleeding and I am not semi-conscious. In the movies, characters crawl out the back seat and go into the trunk. They kick out the stop sign and wave for help. They're trying to get attention, they're sending morse code signals with the lights on their cell phones.

I'm not in a movie.

I sit meekly behind my mother as we leave the motorway and set off through the streets of South West London. We stop at traffic lights and I consider whether I should start banging on the windows. To shout myself hoarse. There's a woman in a Fiat 500 in the lane on the right. Middle-aged. She seems sensitive. If she calls the police and follows me until the cops show up...