Escape 13#

I had a haunting image of that arsehole Angus as we left, screwing his ugly face in anger with a muttered threat;
‘Thanks for ruining my holiday, I’ll get even, I always do. I’ll deal with Charles in my own way. Piss off now while you can. I never want to see you again.’
The others looked away deeply embarrassed or waved weakly as we turned away.

Putting my fears to the back of my mind, as I did not want to alarm Allegra, we reached Baccarat the home of fabulously expensive French crystal in a not so glamorous Simca.