79.

Rome escapes, and she does it alone.

Sort of.

"Hiya."

"Get off the car I'm about to steal."

Cairo slides off and opens the driver's side door for her, chivalrous as hell. "You know," he says, "it's thirty hours to Alicia." The dogs are already barking, old-school-style. "You'll want a second." She looks uncertain. "Quick, love. Bloodhounds are fast."

"Jaguars are faster."

"Assuming you can handle it."

Her eyes flicker. "I could do this blindfolded."

Cairo grins. "Game on."