Marie felt a shock of shock. Unfit to help herself, she looked across the street, searching out Gisella and, sufficiently sure, she detected her companion remaining by a bus station a couple of yards further on, professing to see her telephone. Froze, she glanced back at Ariana. Had she seen her eyes dart across the street? Had she parted with Gisella? What in heaven's name was Ariana doing, in any case? Uncertainly she lifted her hand to wave, giving her a scrutinizing grin. Ariana's face stayed dull for a beat or two, then, at that point unexpectedly she gestured and turned, progressing forward her direction.
Across the street, Gisella met Marie's scared look and shrugged. Marie scrabbled for her telephone. 'Gisella,' she said when her companion got. 'She's on to us, I'm certain of it.
