He checked his wristwatch. "The jet should be ready for us by now." He turned to Vivienne. "We'll have to make a dash, though I'm sure you can handle it." She smiled at him with her perfectly straight teeth and laid a hand on his wrist. "You know me too well."

Vivienne ushered them into her garage where her Mercedes-Benz S-Guard was parked. "I'm surprised Viv," Arthur said as he inspected the black car. "Where's the usual Aston Martin?"

"England where I don't have to repair bullet holes as often," she replied as she got into the driver's seat. Arthur opened the back door for Ariadne with one hand while his gun was gripped in the other.