‘Position restraints, then take the same route as yesterday,’ Penelope instructed auto-drive, her voice pitched lower than usual. She glanced at Emma. ‘Comfortable?’
‘Perfectly. The seat seems to have adjusted to my size.’
‘It’s automatic. An added extra, but one I couldn’t refuse, as my partner’s above average height.’
‘Half her luck,’ Emma murmured.
‘Oh, some would say it’s preferable to be petite. One is less conspicuous.’
A response seemed unnecessary. Whatever her height, Penelope Watts-Smith would always turn heads.
The car began to move, reversing slowly before easing forward to exit the parking area, which was nothing more than a strip of concrete marked into bays. They turned left into a side-street, then across an intersection and right on to the ramp leading to the freeway
