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It had become dark and the Lamborghini was speeding along a road lined with trees on both sides. There was no sign of the Mercedes.
"We lost them," The girl finally said.
"Not at this speed. They must have gone the other way," Mort insisted.
"You mean I don't know everything after all?" The girl replied.
"Turn around," Mort ordered.
They passed a small intersection on the right and the girl began to back into it to turn the other way, but something caught her eye. "Tall, thin, blonde - what was her name again?" The girl asked.
"Amy," Mort replied.
"No, her last name," The girl said.
Mort scowled. "Milner...," He replied sadly.
The girl turned away from him and stared straight ahead. Mort looked at her and then looked straight ahead as well. The Lamborghini's headlights had illuminated a sign in a shape of an arrow that was pointing in the direction they had been going. The sign read 'Milner'.
The girl turned out into the road and continued to drive in the original direction. After some minutes, she slowed the car as they passed the 'Milner' sign at the entrance to the village itself.
Mort and the girl got out of the car and walked silently down the old village street. A faint glow came from a few of the windows in the houses, but the street itself was deserted. They paused at the mouth of a small, equally deserted square with small stores in the darkness.
"So?" The girl asked, wondering what trick Mort was going to pull out of his sleeve this time.
Mort looked around the area, wondering what trick he was going to pull out of his sleeve now as well. Then he noticed a light coming from the basement window of a baker's shop. Side by side, Mort and the girl looked down through the open basement window of the bakery. Inside, a flour-smeared baker was in the middle of preparing a tray of croissants for the oven.
"Monsieur?" Mort called.
The baker looked up, wiped his hands on his smock, and walked over to the window. "M'sieur?" He acknowledged.
"Nous cherchons la maison de Madame Milner," Mort said.
"Le chateau, vous voulez dire," The baker asked.
Mort turned to the girl. "Chateau! I knew it." He turned back to the baker. "Ou il est, le chateau?"
"Vous prenez la route derriere l'eglise," The baker said, gesturing in the direction of the church.
Mort nodded. "Merci."
They walked back to the car and the girl drove slowly along a country road flanked on one
side by woods. A pair of iron gates and a gatehouse appeared up on the left.
"Keep going," Mort instructed.
The Lamborghini backed into the mouth of a farm track. The girl and Mort got out, crossed the road, and headed off through the woods.