CHAPTER 4
THROUGH A HAZE of sleep, I felt something soft hit my shoulder. The knife was in my hand as I sat bolt upright, an automatic reflex.
Elizabeth laughed at me from the doorway, and I followed her gaze to the toilet roll lying on the bed.
“Why did you throw that at me?”
“Because I needed to wake you up, and I don’t have a death wish.”
She must have recognised the knife as hers, but she didn’t say anything as I folded it up and put it back in my pocket. “Are we landing soon?”
“We’re at ten thousand feet, just waiting for a slot. You want another coffee?”
“I wouldn’t say no.”
By the time she came back with two mugs and took a seat on the edge of the bed, I’d woken up properly. “What’s the plan? Shall we hide again while the weapons inspectors get off?”
“You’re eight hours beh
