Chapter ThirtyTHE INSTANT DANNY STOPPED HIS CAR, Adrian exited the passenger side and dashed toward the police station. He spied a black car, parked at an angle in the vehicle entrance. He glanced at the diplomatic plates, recognizing its number as French embassy staff, then walked quickly toward an officer who was just exiting the building. Of all the crazy—he didn't care about Valéry, but she could've hurt herself. He shook his head. He had to admit he was impressed by her hutzpah.
“Can you tell me if the woman—the lady who was driving that car—is she still here? Is she inside?” He pulled out his security card and handed it to the man.
The officer took it, examined it and returned it. “No, sir, not inside. The car was abandoned when we came back out.”
Adrian frowned, then looked aroun
