Charles de Gaulle AirportMatt spotted his name being held up by a tall muscular bald man in a smartly pressed grey suit.
“Bonjour monsieur, Jé m’apelle Jensen,” said Matt, pointing to his name on the card.
“Monsieur Jensen, I am Gaston, your driver.”
“Merci,” Matt followed him as they made their way out of the terminal. Matt, sat in front. He suspects Gaston is not just a driver. His eyes are alert and sharp. Matt noticed his eyes constantly scanning about the airport concourse all the way to the car. French security, and armed, I think?
