Chapter 4
BILLIONAIRE’S RETREATThe driver traveled south westerly, hitting sixty miles an hour after they had cleared the rutted, dirt country road, instead of east toward Nice, which Pablo had expected. Its airport offered direct flights into London.
“Getting into France was easy,” Stuart said, consulting a plastic fold out map of that country. “Sneaking you out and into London undetected will be the hard, dangerous part.”
“How are you avoiding the U. K. Border agents at the airports?”
"Gatwick and Stansted are out for us. Not so Heathrow. Here's the deal. When you're in any kind of work, you make enemies. George with his sharp elbows has made more than his share, including a billionaire currency speculator. A very embittered ex-CIA agent—he didn't like how our government threw under
