“You are aware that it will take hours for them to replace the windscreen,” Dixon said quietly when I waved at someone who’d let us into the stream of traffic.
“Normally, yes, but we’re going to put the full pressure of a reality TV show on this place and hope for the best.” I took a quick glance at him. His face was grim. “It’s not over until it’s over, Dixon. Anything can happen in the next twelve hours.”
“That is most certainly true,” he agreed, but I had a feeling it wasn’t in a good way.
The windscreen business we found was run by young, enthusiastic car aficionados who greeted the arrival of the Flyer with cries of delight. When Dixon requested a new windscreen, they pointed out they would have to custom shape the glass to fit the frame.
“Can you replace the existing frame with a
