A picture paints … well, as many words as you like. For instance:
“So this is the getaway car?” Jack had come up with some crazy ideas in the past, but this was bordering on the best so far.
“It’s part of a diabolical plan. Who would suspect anyone dressed in tourist gear going for a tram ride, after pulling a heist?”
I thought about it for a minute, trying to find the list of negatives, but there were none.
“He’s come up with worse,” Al muttered, “Like that time in Stuttgart.”
A bus, whose route ended at a police station. We were lucky it was a terminus and so much rush hour confusion.
“Where does it go?” I asked.
“Haven’t got that far.”
I shook my head. As usual, he hadn’t thought it through. “Then find out and then tell me what the plan is.”