CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Zero sat on the rocky embankment, idly tugging weeds from the ground as he stared at the SUV parked beyond and slightly below him. It was cool, almost cold in the shade and the chilly October air, but he didn’t notice. He would have felt cold anywhere.
As soon as Alan was certain they weren’t being tailed, he’d driven straight out of Liège headed due east for some miles. Zero had no idea how far they’d gone, but they were in a rural area of Belgian countryside. Alan had found an old covered bridge over a nearly dry creek and drove the SUV down the embankment, parking it directly underneath. No one would be able to see it from the road.
Zero looked at his hands. He’d tried to wash the blood from them in the meager trickle of water that remained of the creek, but he cou
