‘Well, you’re going home for a start,’ Ben replied. ‘Are you kidding? I’m not going back there.’ ‘What’s your assistant’s address?’ ‘What do you want that for?’ she asked, getting into the car. ‘I want to ask him a few questions.’ ‘And you think I’m not coming along too? I have a few questions I’d like to ask that son of a bitch.’ ‘You should stay out of this,’ he said to her. He took out his wallet. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked as he counted out banknotes. He held out the money, offering it to her. ‘There’s enough here for you to check in at a decent hotel tonight and fly back to the States in the morning. Take it’ She looked down at the notes, then shook her head and pushed them away. ‘Listen, pal, I’m just as involved in this as you are. I want to find out what the hell’s going on. And don’t get any ideas about giving me the slip.’ Before he could reply she slid forward across the car seat and told the taxi driver an address in the tenth arrondissement of Paris.
