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We decide to use the main roads, and for the first three hours the car seems to be doing surprisingly well. Considering its age, it’s holding out. I drive the car at a steady speed, keeping up with the bulk of traffic, without trying to stand out in any way. Around the cities, most of the cars seem to be much newer and I worry that we’re going to stick out like a sore thumb, but Jess tells me I’m worrying too much.
At the end of the day, we’re on French roads in a French car, and no-one has any reason to think there’s anything suspicious about that. With the probability being that no-one will yet have realised Lisa’s been killed, we have the added advantage of being on the run from people who don’t yet know they’re meant to be chasing us.
As we come within touching distance of Dijon,
