On the other hand…
How to get Baxter out of his vehicle? Or at least, disadvantageously trapped inside it?
Ah, yes…
The game is afoot, Watson…
Ducking back out of sight, and shielding the screen of my mobile with my hand to contain the spilling light, I consult the mapping app once more, looking for the right spot, the right combination of features…
…
…
Got it…
Where’s Baxter now?
A quick gander down the main street again; he’s still there, several hundred yards away, crawling along, foot by foot. His lights on full beam, he’ll have a clear view of anything directly ahead. But to the side, blind-sighted by his own headlights, he’ll not be able to see.
Retracing my steps, back to the street running parallel, I sprint to overtake him, to get ahead of him; ducking across alleys, das
