The Jeep was big and comfortable, the wheel chunky enough for his webbed hands to grab, but it was hardly discreet. He only hoped she was not looking out for pursuit. He could have stopped her any time since she'd disembarked. His own flight — chartered using the BPRD account, although if Tom were being picky, he'd probably class Abe as AWOL right now — had been diverted to Manchester after the trouble at Heathrow. He had landed and passed through private customs, and he'd been thinking about where to go next when he heard Abby's flight announced. Baltimore. Perhaps it had been a hunch, or maybe just a long shot, but he'd stood in arrivals, hidden away behind a pillar, and watched as the passengers came out of baggage claim. And there she was, Abby Paris, the girl he'd rescued from her own suicide and who was now running away. Or perhaps she was running toward something. And that thought had prevented him from approaching.
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