I wouldnât have guessed it was a cab. âYou need a taxi?â
âYes,â Agent Stark said.
The cabdriver spread his arms and smiled big. âWelcome to Paris,â he said in a heavy French accent. âWhere you go, I take you.â
Heaven help us. But he was already unloading our bags from the cart.
âYoung lady, you do not work, you sit.â He guided Agent Stark to the cramped backseat of the cab before she could object. Then he loaded the heavy bags into the small trunk like they were nothing, and pushed my suitcase down hard to make it all fit.
âGet in, get in.â He waved me toward the passenger door. I spotted a tattoo of a red and yellow flame on his wrist.
âI am Guillaume,â our cabdriver said once I got seated. He popped the cab in reverse and pulled back without looking.
Agent Stark cringed and checked my seat belt, then her own.
Horns blared all around us. Guillaume rolled down his window and yelled something in French I couldnât understand, but I was pretty sure involved cursing. âParis traffic, right?â He drove away slowly, making the other cars pass us. âWhat is your hotel?â
âThe Princesse,â Agent Stark yelled. âDo you know where that is?â
âI know Paris like it is my garden,â Guillaume said with a big grin. I assumed he meant he knew it like it was his backyard.
He was driving painfully slow, occasionally asking a nonresponsive Agent Stark questions about where she was from and whether she was on vacation. Meanwhile, I tried my best to see some of Paris. Letâs face it: the odds of me ever making it back to Europe were close to zilch. I had to take it in while I could.
The buildings were tallâthree, four floors highâand often close together. I was used to California, where everything was spread out and horizontal. The trees were in winter mode, no leaves.
If only my family had come to enjoy it with me. Dad wouldâve loved all the history. Mom wouldâve loved the cafés, the cute shops with awnings. And Grandpa wouldâwell, heâd probably just mope around most of the time, but I knew heâd get a kick out of being in Paris.
I looked out the back window and saw a compact red sedan behind us that zoomed past traffic on the shoulder. It was too far back for me to see in the car, but whoever they were, they were driving like lunatics. I nudged Agent Stark. âIs this guy following us?â
She turned, but just then, the sedan merged with traffic. âI donât see anything.â Agent Stark sat back in her seat. âParis traffic is probably not like what youâre used to.â
She had a point. Lompoc was a quiet place, with mostly farmers and slow-moving school buses on their way to chicken farms for field trips. Maybe. But then I saw it again: the red sedan, moving around another car to get closer. I was about to tell Agent Stark, when it disappeared from my sight.
Meanwhile, I tried to pay attention to the city. Everything seemed old and grand, like you were supposed to wear a tuxedo just to see the sights. Even the trees along the street were perfectly round and evenly spaced. I was pretty sure that was the Eiffel Tower off in the distanceâ
But there was the sedan again! I watched it zoom past traffic using the sidewalk, making pedestrians jump aside so they wouldnât get hit. âThis red car is definitely following us!â
Agent Stark glanced behind us with a hugely irritated look on her face, but then she saw the red sedan, too. I could tell there were two dark figures in the front, but not much else. âYouâre right,â she mumbled to me. Then to Guillaume, âCan you go any faster?â
Guillaume grinned. âFaster? Of course I can.â He slammed the gas pedal and simultaneously yanked the steering wheel. We were on the sidewalk, too.
Then with a sharp left, he took an alleyway, making us bounce on the
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