The L-Z Tsarina’s a weird car, which is probably what you’d expect from an English-Russian coproduction, but I’ve got to admit it’s a good choice for this kind of op. It’s a two-seater—a pure one, not a two-plus-two or even a two-plus luggage. The passenger compartment has room for two, and only two, people: the passenger in the front, the driver slightly above and to the rear (the same seating configuration as in a helicopter gunship, a chummer told me once). The point is, with the two canopies open, there’s no way or place for someone in the car to hide. Thus, no drek about someone ducking down in the passenger seat out of sight. The ambient light reveals the dark shape of one person in the car, a small figure sitting in the driver’s seat. I’m not figuring this as any kind of setup, but I decide to wait and watch another minute or two anyway just because it’s not chill to be overeager in this kind of situation. Then a vanity light flicks on inside the driver’s compartment and I see who it is.