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ankle.”
    She appreciated the concern, but the shoes were trashed anyway and the heels were the only thing keeping her feet out of the deepening snow. There must be two fresh inches on the ground already. “I’ll change in a minute.”
    “Change?”
    “I put a backup kit in both cars,” she admitted. She just didn’t feel inclined to tell him where the other car was.
    He rolled his eyes and she knew he was thinking about what the authorities would find when they combed through the wreckage of the car bomb.
    “But no snow boots?”
    “Cut me some slack. The weathermen didn’t even see this coming. It’s October. Cold is one thing, a foot of snow is another.”
    “I know, I know.” He waved the flashlight. “Let me see what this gas leak looks like.” He knelt down, peering under the car to examine the damaged gas tank.
    She thought she should help him somehow, but her knowledge and experience were lacking when a problem was more involved than checking the oil or changing a tire. Give her any sort of weapon and she was good. Analyzing or repairing a vehicle, not so much. Still, she tried, scanning for damage on the body in the vicinity of the fuel tank.
    “Not a bullet,” he reported, getting to his feet. “Must have been damaged by debris from the collision. I’ll find something to patch it up.”
    “You can do that?”
    “Yes,” he said blowing into his hands to warm them. “It’s our best option.”
    She’d been debating and discarding other transportation options. It didn’t seem likely they would be able to get a cab to pick them up in these conditions.
    “Wait in the car. We don’t need to add frostbite to our list of problems.”
    “Yes, sir.” She wasn’t really offended by the way he snapped orders. This was Director Casey on the job. Any doubts she’d entertained about him lowering his guard or being more relaxed considering the purpose of his travel plans were gone.
    From the driver’s seat she watched the minutes tick by on the dashboard clock, wondering what was taking him so long. Every moment they weren’t moving away from Denver was an opportunity for their enemy to gain ground. Apparently the director’s arrival wasn’t any more of a secret than his destination.
    When he finally emerged, a plastic shopping bag in one hand and a red plastic gas can in the other, she hurried out to join him. “How can I help?” Anything to get them on the road faster.
    “Go change your clothes,” he said with a scowl. “That uniform is too memorable.” He set the gas can and bag on the ground.
    “Did you notice if they have any red cloth or tape?” She tapped the damaged light.
    “So that’s how they picked us up so fast in the city.”
    “It must be.”
    Thomas rubbed her arms briskly then nudged her toward the car. “I’ll be finished here in a few minutes.”
    “Then we keep moving.” Her emphatic nod lost a little something with her chattering teeth.
    “Then we keep moving.” With a grim expression, he set the gas can and bag on the ground and crept under the car again.
    While he dealt with the gasoline tank, Jo crawled into the backseat and reached over for the small duffel bag she’d left there.
    In the near dark, with snow falling in bigger flakes against the window, she almost missed the flutter of paper. On her knees, she leaned over the seat and reached for the small square.
    It was more than paper, it was money. Her fingers recognized the feel even as she unfolded it. She snapped on the dome light to get a better look. It was a fifty-euro note. The serial number on the note told her it was issued by Germany. But it was the other ten digits hand-printed on the short end that stirred her curiosity. She recognized the first three numbers as a Washington, D.C. area code, but the rest of what appeared to be a phone contact was unfamiliar to her. On reflex, she reached toward her purse for her cell, eager to see who picked up on the other end. If this actually was a phone