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
