“I don’t think the plan was to harm any of us, per se. Rather, I think that if the attack was deliberate—and we can’t know that it was—then it was focused on the De Dion and not its human occupants. None of us were in the car at the time, after all.”
“Which means you would be vulnerable if it moved,” I pointed out, but had to agree with him. “I just can’t believe any of the Esses would do that. They seem like such nice guys.”
Dixon was silent, but I could see he was thinking deep thoughts. I left him to it while I focused on getting us back to the hotel in one piece, an hour later handing over the car to the waiting crew member with much relief.
“My room or yours?” Dixon asked once we had picked up our room key cards, and followed me to the elevator.
“Yours, I think, but I’ll go to min
