From miles a few metres away, I looked back and saw that we weren't being followed. I quickly said to Martin "Stop the car!" and Martin held the brakes suddenly in such a way we were all startled and brought forward by the reaction force.
"What is it sir?" asked Martin.
"They aren't following us anymore" I said suspiciously.
Both Martin and Simon looked back to see for themselves if we were being followed or not. When we all realized that the cars had indeed took a turn back and they weren't following us anymore — I opened the door slowly and got out of the car. Simon followed me and we stood side by side looking from a far as if expecting to hear any sound of tires crashing from a distance towards our way, but there was nothing.
"She's retreating... Or he is retreating?" asked Simon trying to look from side to side as if inspecting the whole incident.
