Her bench faced the lorry parking, and was tucked into an alcove next to one of the fire escapes. She made an effort to pretend she was waiting for someone, and she looked casual enough, but she had seen two police cars already and knew she could not sit here much longer. A day had passed since she had phoned home. In that time she had gained a measure of confidence, and in a way she was glad that she had done it, because she had replaced the receiver and known with a sudden startling clarity exactly what she had to do. And yes, she had spent some of her precious money, yesterday. She had bought a pair of jeans, socks, a hoodie and a pair of sneakers from C&A. After that she had managed to get on board a hotel shuttle bus at the same time as a family with a teenage son. Sitting behind them, with another older couple and three Asian men wearing suits, she seemed to pass without notice. The bus drove to the airport and Scarlett got off with the rest of them, loitering near the family until the driver departed again.
