I opened the door to the garage and stood face to face with my rivals gleaming Ferrari, the only car that could ever challenge mine. I opened my toolbox and found what I needed. I’d become very good at changing and repairing parts over the years and putting on a dodgy brake wire was a piece of cake, but I had to be fast.

Within half an hour my car was ripping along the roads at break neck speed. A few minutes later I was back at the hotel. The car was parked and sleep was needed. This was going to be a big day. A very big day.

A few hours later I was woken by the same sound of the alarm clock. It was tolling in my ears like

The rookie started in pole position. He shouted “Good” luck before we got in the cars. I reciprocated, but he would need it more than I. I watched him swiftly climb into his car, with his fiery red suit, on before clambering into my own. I wasn’t getting any younger.

During the warm up, concentration kept on leaving where it was supposed to be and wandering onto a future vision of me lifting the cup and opening the champagne. I remembered my first competitive win as after that my career went up and up. I had won everything and winning had become my life. I didn’t have a single contender for the title until Valious came along. Once he became an established driver, I knew he had to go. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing to anyone, let alone a high-flying rookie.

“A few hours ago, Frank Bennet was found hung in his apartment in France. He left a letter confessing his guilt and involvement in the death of Thomas Valious, the late Formula 1 racing driver who was killed in a crash when he collided with another car a few years ago…’’

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