“Are you sure about this?”
“I know how to read,” she said with a shrug, then glanced at her watch. “I gotta run. Have fun today, Mom.”
* * *
Verbovszky tried to figure out how to go on from here. He was fleeing again, and with yet another hostage. She would never forgive him for taking the car. After all, he had promised to leave inconspicuously – and now he had taken the car from the garage. She’d think up some excuse for her own protection, but sooner or later, she would have to tell her husband the truth, unless the car turned up. So he had to switch cars and put the hostage somewhere, otherwise he would have a lot of trouble carrying out his plan. His original plan was to hole up for a few days in that rest home where that retard kid lived, but he had to get rid of the old hag first
