We were doing great, catching up to her last known location in record time, and cruising up after her.
But then we hit this:
I was in that stubborn mood you get in when you know you’ve lost, and I hiked on up three miles to the front of the traffic jam.
We’re still pretty sure she didn’t know that anyone in particular was following her. So this was just one more fine piece of trade craft: setting the the forest on fire behind her to snarl the roads for miles and make sure no one could follow her.
Speed Demon, I gotta hand it to you: You know what you’re doing. I hope I meet you some day.
With all respect. – Flyss (thread continued here)