'I'd pay to see that,' Insolers said, and laughed loudly.
'What the hell's so funny?'
Insolers just continued to laugh.
When we heard the distant sound of approaching sirens, Sinclair pulled back onto the highway, and we did the same. Five minutes later we reached the turnoff leading to the airport, and Jan waved goodbye to us through the rear window. We continued on toward Interpol headquarters.
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