"Zero," I said, handing the screen over to Vivienne. "That is the exact sum total of our collective global wealth."
She did not even look down at the numbers. Her eyes remained fixed on the narrow glass of the compartment door, watching the darkened corridor of the train as it hurtled across the border toward Austria.
"You sound surprised, Rhys," she replied quietly. "Arthur Vance does not leave his enemies with a cab fare, let alone an escape fund."
"I am not surprised by Arthur," I said, leaning closer so my voice stayed beneath the heavy rhythm of the iron wheels beneath us. "I am surprised by us. We are two of the most wanted figures in Western Europe, trapped in a metallic tube going a hundred miles an hour, and we cannot even afford a cup of stale coffee from the dining car."
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