Chapter 96: Predator, Part 16

Pistol in hand, I make the short run back to the bollards and now I see him: Baxter is driving slowly along the main street. I'm looking at his rear windscreen.

By habit, I take aim, but...

Clear shot?

Not like this...

My Glock is a first-rate handgun, but right now I could wish for a rifle.

To get a reliable shot at Baxter, I need to be closer and ahead of him, or at least with a decent side view: not necessarily a good idea when facing a man armed with a car.

On these streets, while he's in the vehicle, Baxter has an overwhelming advantage over me; he's not just faster, but, as is not always appreciated, a car is a fearsome weapon in its own right. I have no wish to find my legs sandwiched between his bumper and the nearest wall.

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...