Lily automatically turned left at the bottom of the stairs, to head for the front door and the Metro in Boulevard de Clichy, but Jo shook her head. “This way.” “What?” Jo opened the fire door at the rear of the building and stepped over the low wall. The low wall where Lily had been sitting when Beaumont had first appeared. Lily had lost all sense of time in this city. She wondered again how Sian had handled the meeting with her husband and at first didn’t notice Jo pointing at something. Lily followed the direction of Jo’s forefinger until her gaze rested on a small motorbike parked in the small car park, its orange paint flecked and worn. “Where’ve you nicked that from?” “Marcel. It’s his old one. He said I could borrow it.” “You can drive a motorbike?” Jo shrugged. “It’s like riding a bike,” she grinned up at Lily, excitement sparking in her blue eyes. “Kind of.” Two helmets hung off the handlebars. Jo passed the older one of the two to Lily. It looked like something soldiers would have worn in the war - only it was painted white instead of camouflage green.
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