CHAPTER 27While I waited I pondered logistics.
It must have been around three in the morning by the time Angelina Doniol and her three men had off-loaded the packing case containing their prisoner from the barge and gotten it into the van.
Then they had driven here with it.
The shop was only a way station, used to transfer Sylvia Vouret. They’d needed the van because it was big enough to carry the packing case, and a car wouldn’t be. Once they opened the box and took her out of it, there inside the shop, they could shift her to a normal car and drive off someplace else with her.
Either the owner of Saint Elvis & Co. was with them at the time or he’d given them a note authorizing their use of his van and shop to show to the night watchmen who were bound to see them driving in and out of
