C54 The ghost of the white cat

It was fast, and although I had braked, it was no use at all. It was too close.

The car's braking distance was more than ten meters and could only be hit.

He had thought that the car would shake violently and grip the steering wheel tightly. He didn't think that he would be able to slip past them so easily.

I stopped the car and looked down. There was no sign of a white cat