CHAPTER 35
SOFIA SHIFTED THE car into gear, checked the mirror, then pulled away smoothly. How did she stay so damn calm?
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Dover,” Leroux told her.
“Dover? I don’t know where that is.”
“South. Head south. I’ve got a boat waiting.”
Her American accent got stronger as she gave a shrug. “I’m not from around here. Either you’ll have to give me directions or I’ll need to program the SatNav.”
“We’re not stopping.” He jabbed the gun in my neck, then pointed it towards the dashboard. “You sort it.”
Marvellous. Now, technology and I weren’t a good mix at the best of times, but faced with four arrow buttons and a tiny joystick, I didn’t know where to start. “Which button do I press?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve only had this car a few days,” Sofia said.
Was it even
