“I don't think we could ever be classified as normal,” she said, running her fingers though her long blonde hair and flicking excess water into the footwell. “Let's get moving, I'll direct you once we get closer.”
Ninety miles away. a dark grey Volvo XC90 pulled into the small visitor's car park at Netheravon Airfield. The passenger in the front seat checked a handheld computer and smiled.
* * *
Steam gradually built up in the small bathroom, fogging up the mirror on the glossy white medicine cabinet and taking some of the chill out of the air. Feeling rather proud of herself, Lucie dipped her right hand into the deliciously warm water and stirred. Satisfied with the depth and temperature, she shut the water off. Making her way through to the bedroom she checked on Sam; he'd hardly move
