'So why'd you say Palermo?' 'I thought Rossi might try to dump me, swipe my credit card.' 'Smart thinking, yeah. Perceptive. Except why wouldn't he have dumped you when he heard it was Palermo?' 'It was a test. If he tried, I'd have told him it wasn't Palermo.' 'Makes sense, I guess.' 'You're not mad at me?' He glanced across. 'I'm here to drive, Mel. All I have to do is point this baby until we get caught or we don't. Athens, Sicily, Outer Banglakazikstan, it's all jake with me.' 'What about Rossi? Y'know, with him being half-Sicilian and all …' Rossi being as Sicilian as melted igloos, Sleeps just shrugged. 'I won't tell him if you don't.' 'How d'you mean?' 'We get to Athens, there won't be these big signs, "This Is Athens". Right?' 'But they'll be speaking Greek.' 'To Rossi, Italian'd be all Greek.' Sleeps shrugged.
