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Besides just Joan's cheek bleeding, now there was an ugly bloodstain spreading across the left shoulder of her white silk pajama top and another on her upper right arm and both wounds were bleeding very fast. Joan looked as if she were going in to shock, but still drove like a maniac trying to get them to safety. As they turned a corner they heard a pursuit vehicle right behind them and shots rang out again.
They were on a blank stretch of road that exited the exclusive estates. Joan floored the gas pedal and the Volvo leaped to the challenge. Squealing tires, they flew through the entrance gate, taking with them the barricade bar, across the drive at the security booth. Now it remained dramatically draped and precariously balanced on the hood of the car. They could see the attendant in the booth duck down as they and the car pursuing, accelerated through the now de-barricaded gate. Perhaps at least the man in the booth would call the police, Diane could only hope.
"Quick Joan, make a sharp left on the access road, the fire-station is just up that road." As she said it, Diane also grabbed the wheel and turned it sharply to the left, putting her foot down on top of Joan's on the gas-pedal. Joan was unable to react at all; she'd lapsed into unconsciousness.