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As Jacobsen strikes down with the pole, I roll to my right.
The pair of us tumble over the side. I fall a level but catch hold of a rail. I swing and slam into the scaffolding. Jacobsen falls and spins all the way to the ground. He splats against a studio road, the pole bouncing and clanging and rolling to a stop a few yards away.
Bollocks.
I almost had the answers I wanted.
But if anyone asks, he fell.
With no platforms and ladders along this side of the scaffold, I climb down the outside of the structure. Slow and steady. I clear the area as quick as my tired legs allow.
I go looking for the place where I left Naomi.
It's not far. Round a couple of corners. I reckon I chased Klaus round in a big bloody circle.
I approach the Beetle from the rear. We're lucky. No one's out her
