He turns somewhat theatrically and looks in the direction of the road, where a bright-red car is parked – a car which, to my eye, looks suspiciously like a Ferrari 458 Spider. My jaw falls open. ‘You didn’t?’ Pete grins. ‘Oh yes I did.’ ‘But . . . but how?’ ‘I cashed in some savings, didn’t I?’ ‘Pete, you idiot, tell me you haven’t spent your mortgage deposit!’ He shrugs. ‘Of course not, just some of it. It’s a hire, and you’ve only got it for the next . . .’ He checks his watch. ‘Twenty-two hours and eight minutes. And if you crash it, I’m screwed. But I couldn’t leave my boy hanging in his
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Oh no you didn't!! Peeteee!!?!???
