CHAPTER ELEVEN
Reid took no time to appreciate the beauty of the wondrous city. Funny, he thought, that it used to be the tax-collecting hub of Roman provinces nearly two thousand years earlier, and now one of the world’s financial capitals. If we live through today, maybe we can come back and see it again sometime. Kent’s voice—it was his own inner voice, but the Kent side—teasing him.
The drive to Zurich had taken about seven hours, with only one short break at a rest stop in Luxembourg where the truck driver, as promised, organized a ride for Reid into Switzerland. The second truck was (thankfully) not refrigerated, but the trailer was still chilly with the winter weather. He left his wool blanket behind in the trailer when they arrived in the city.
He checked the address again, and
