We no longer had a set of wheels at our disposal. And, in retrospect, leaving the rented Viano at the site was very foolish for a number of reasons—beyond the fact we now had to find some other way to get there. “That was really stupid to leave the van, Nick,” said Marie, pulling down her sunglasses from the stylish perch atop her head as we stepped outside the B&B’s main entrance. “Not only are we in danger of a few thousand pounds in fees for the partial insurance, but if Ali’s men decided to come back for it yesterday after we left, they will have access to the rental agreement in the glove box. That alone can lead to a lot of headaches for us both since our personal information is in there from our passports.” Hadn’t thought of that, actually… until now. “We’ll, I’m betting the damned thing is still there. Likely loaded with enough explosives to light up the sky, and bright enough to be clearly seen from the highway,”
