CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
After the leap from the moving train, Zero and Karina backtracked to Dusseldorf International Airport as quickly as they could under the cover of darkness. They kept their heads down and their eyes open, though the police presence seemed to have waned there.
“The authorities must think we fled the train and are hiding out in the countryside,” Zero noted. “That’ll make it easier.”
“Make what easier?” Karina asked as they circumvented the central terminal.
“Stealing a car.” He led her to the airport’s long-term parking lot as casually as if they belonged. Zero chose an older model, a gray sedan with no alarm system, and after making sure the coast was clear, broke out a back window with an elbow. They rolled down the other windows to make it less suspicious, paid the m
