CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Another flight, another country. Another rented car.
Daniel had called ahead for this one, using FBI money before he returned the damaged Swedish car in a so far successful bid to keep Resource Allocation from cutting off their funds. They must have seen the damage bill by now, though, because they had sent three texts that Daniel had ignored.
She felt sorry for him, and relieved for herself. As the senior agent, he would take the blame. Being rated only a trainee agent turned out to have some unexpected privileges.
They had left the western suburbs of Athens and its snarling traffic far behind. Now they drove through stunning countryside. Rough, rocky hills rose above verdant valleys, and everywhere they could see signs of the past. A medieval castle atop a steep
