When Gus came back onto the freeway, headed out of town, there was no sign of the car that had been following them. Rome kept his eyes glued to the mirror anyway in case they reappeared. He didn’t think his dad would think of sending people to Grenoble. It wasn’t a station that would’ve been on his dad’s radar, especially not if he thought there was a chance his father thought Bart had been Rome going to the airport.
Thinking of Bart made him want to call his friend and see if he’d gotten through security yet, but he didn’t want the distraction of having his phone out, even though he was extremely worried about Bart. Gus had slowed down to a manageable speed now, and they were headed out of town. The urge to relax was tempting, but he still couldn’t take any chances.
They were a few miles out of Milan when Rome’s phone started buzzing. He pulled it out. “Yeah?”
“Hey. I’m on the plane. Getting ready to take off. I think I’m clear.”
