Chapter Sixteen
“In a strange twist of fate,” Baxter said, glancing over at Mallory as she drove the car out of the airport complex, “I’m now reversing my question of earlier and asking why we’re driving, instead of getting the train. Didn’t you say Hollis caught the train to Brasov?”
Mallory allowed herself a small smile. He still had a hell of a lot to learn. “Yes, he did. And if we’d been closer behind him and able to catch the same train, then that’s what we’d have done. But since he’s a good few hours in front of us, there’s no point. This way, we go straight there, are involved with less people along the way, and, more importantly, the car means we’re instantly mobile once we get there.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw him nod. “Fair enough. So,” he lifted the map that had bee
