MISCHA FOUND THE A10 easily enough and started following the signs to Tours and Bordeaux. She was hedging her bets here. She hadn't made a decision yet on what to do, but it was clear that her brilliant plan to hide out in Belroux hadn't been so brilliant after all. If Drake could figure it out, then so could her old friend Eye-Patch----Colonel LaForge---who no doubt was leading the search for her. So she had to move.525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpOUe78I0hw
Her mind was racing, trying to connect as many dots as she could, trying to figure out what exactly had happened during those two days in Monte Carlo. And, more importantly, trying to unravel Drake's motives. Was he being straight with her? Was there a trap awaiting her at the Bordeaux airport? Anything, at this point, was possible.525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡia5H88DrVz
Paraguay. She'd never been there. She'd heard it was an up-and-comer, but, frankly, any place where she tasted freedom would be paradise. It really wasn't a question of evaluating the choice of destinations. It was just a simple question of priorities.525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdiZbRyzUWW
Should she escape and buy herself some semblance of a life?525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2WFW8Q5qrl
Or stay in France and risk her life for some longshot hope that she could figure all this out and get her friends out of prison?525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEi4cngEMi3
She put her foot down on the Audi's accelerator. She had almost four hours in the car before she'd reach the airport.525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE7rPwjq1vD
