Had he seen anything?
I doubted it. I couldn't make out his face in the dark so it was highly unlikely he could make out mine. All he'd seen was the car but by the way he was driving he'd be screaming at a lot of drivers before the night was out. Besides, he had a BMW and I now had a hatchback full of bodies, I was in no position to chase after him even if I did have a machinegun close to hand and an eye witness running for the cops. I had no choice but to let him live to terrorise the roads another day.
I suddenly wished I'd left the jogger in the middle of the road around the bend for Mr BMW to plough through, thus wiping one off my slate, but you always think of these things after the event, don't you?