Chapter 8Getting out of the Intercontinental undetected was simplicity itself. Evidently, Don Mathers wasn’t the first reluctant celebrity to desire a rear exit. One of the servants had been sent down to get his sports hovercar and bring it around to the small door off what amounted to an alley in the hotel’s rear. There had been a semi-private elevator to utilize and then a short, empty hall to navigate to the exit.
He brought forth his map, checked it, then put it, opened, on the seat beside him. No problem at all.
Only one thing came up on his way to the night-spot. He pulled off some traffic violation, the nature of which he never did understand, not being used to local laws, and was stopped immediately by an officious-looking traffic policeman in the green uniform and stiff leather
