Flicka bit her lip. “It’s been a long time. Wulfie likes to drive. I don’t. I can try. You might have to stay awake the first little bit to teach me again.”
“If we stopped somewhere to rest, that would change the time when we would arrive at certain places. It might throw Pierre’s Secret Serviceoff, too. As a matter of fact, we might want to drive overnight and sleep during the day.”
“Getting a hotel is going to be problematic,” Flicka said. “Credit cards can be traced. Bunches of cash looks suspicious.”
Raphael didn’t have much more cash after the train tickets, and he didn’t have his wallet on him. None of the Rogues carried identification into an operation if they could help it.“Check the glove compartment.”
Flicka flipped down the little door and poked through it, opening things. “This envelope has about a thousand euros in it.”
Raphael glanced over, inventorying what she was finding, as he drove. “That’ll probably be enough for gas.”
Gas was expensive in Europe.
“But not enough for hotels,” she said, frowning. “We can sleep in the back seat of the car, if we canfind someplace to hide it.”
The two-door M3’s back seat was minimal, at best. It was built for yachting clothes or a briefcase.
“Was there a phone in there?”
“No.”
“Good.” Cell phones ping towers and can be tracked. Voice recognition software was improving every day. If Pierre had involved the French police or intelligence services, any technology could be in play.
Leaving the car stationarymight increase the odds that Pierre’s Secret Service or the French police might find them. Hiding the car and sleeping elsewhere was a better option, if they could figure something out.
He said, “We’ll drive as far as we can tonight, and then we’ll see where we are.”
