Chapter Twenty
"Heather, wake up. I can't stop to make a phone call, it's against the law in France to use your cell while driving, so you're just going to have to wake up. Heather, I've got someone's high beams on me and I have to concentrate on driving.
Whoa, the guy's crazy. French drivers. Not bad enough they zoom past you in narrow tunnels. Christ, he's trying to sideswipe me! Who is this guy?
Look, I'm just gonna have to try to lose him. I think I know the way through some back roads which will take us past the Versailles Gardens. Wait, I have a GPS system.
"OnStar. How can I help you?"
"Whoa, didn't think you guys had any satellites up anymore."
"Oh, yes, sir, we're back in business and you're ten year guarantee of service is still in full effect, Mr. St. John. How can I help you?"
"Ah, I'm trying to find the back country road to enter the grounds near Versailles. Do you see where I am?"
"Oh, yes, sir. You need to go just ½ km then take a left. Did you get that Mr. St. John? Mr. St. John?" Sounds of a crash. "Connecting to Emergency. C'est Onstar. Bonjour. Je voudrais – Anglais, merci. I have a BMW that has just been in an accident. Unknown injuries… yes, I'll stay on the line."