Out of the trees four men I vaguely recognised were staggering towards me like something out of a zombie movie.

“I better get out of here,” I said and sprinted towards the golf cart once more.

“Mind if I tag along?” the fat, Tweeded, cigar smoker asked. “I’ve had it with this little prick.”

He gestured towards the policeman and hauled himself into the passenger seat. Mitch looked at the approaching zombies then back to us before clambering in the back.

“Be my guest,” I said and turned the cart around.

“You the comedy turn then?”

“Something like that,” I flicked on and off my best fake smile. “Clint.”

“Bartholomew Travers. Come on then, step on it.”

I stepped on it and the golf cart groaned under our collective weight, gradually coming to life and moving us away from the scene of the crime and the approaching attackers. They were shouting something I couldn’t quite make out but it wasn’t nice, I was certain of that.

“First time you’ve seen a corpse is it lad?”

I nodded, “Yeah. First time.”

He sucked on his cigar.

“Don’t know why the bloody police are here. Poor bugger just had a heart attack.”

“Err, murdered actually,” Mitch piped up from behind. “He was murdered. And Clint, I think they’re going to catch us.”

Travers turned and glared at Mitch. Then he turned to look at the four blokes chasing the golf cart.

“We’re never going to outrun them with all this extra weight are we?” he said.

“Do you, erm, sorry to ask and all but do you stand to profit from the murder?” Mitch asked.

“Shut up, man. I am, or at least I was, one of his greatest rivals. That much is certainly true but it doesn’t follow that I will gain anything from his passing,” Travers turned back to me, leaning in until I could smell the ashtray of his mouth. “Is he housebroken?”

I laughed my best fake laugh but the lads had practically caught up, coming towards us like a stinking cloud of obscenities. You could actually smell them gaining ground. My head tipped forward as I started to lose consciousness, the cart swerved but I pulled it together, steering back on track.