CHAPTER 48
Neither Grant or Sara slept much. They held each other, just being together was enough.
“What will we do?” asked Sara staring up at the canopy above the bed. Grant bit the inside of his lip.
“Tomorrow I’ll catch the hydro across to Malmo and see if I can figure a way of getting out of here. If we’ve got enough money we may be able to buy false passports.”
Sara said nothing, but lay there hoping that sleep would eventually claim her.
Grant left the hotel early without waking Sara. He walked down to the ferry and waited twenty minutes before boarding the hydrofoil for the 40 minute crossing to Sweden. When he arrived at the Swedish seaport he made straight for the myriad of bars. A mixed race barmaid with a low-cut blouse and a 50 inch bust was drying glasses when Grant walke
