Chapter 2

Bang.

The agony I’d expected never came.

Instead, it felt rather like I’d been in a car crash.

I opened my eyes slowly, took in the scene before me, and gave it some thought.

Broad daylight. I’d totaled the rear end of the Bentley in front of me.

Its owner got out swearing and hammered on my window.

I searched my pocket, took out a cigarette, and put it between my lips.

A few seconds to collect myself. Then I lowered the window.

The man spat abuse in my face. I smoked, my head buzzing.

The seconds ticked by. Nothing changed.

I frowned. Wasn’t your life supposed to flash before your eyes a little faster than this?

When I didn’t answer, the Bentley owner punched me.

Something wasn’t right.

That fucking hurt.

I glanced in the rearview mirror, pushed at my bleached blond hair, then grabbed the man’s collar and shoved him away.

“Stop talking. I’m in a bit of a hurry to get reincarnated.”

He looked at me as though I were insane.

A little frightened, too.

I scoffed, smoothly shifted into gear, and pressed the accelerator.

Before his horrified eyes, I rammed the Bentley again.

Sorry, buddy.

My poor, helpless, vulnerable wife was down there without me pestering him. He must have been having the time of his life.