At that moment, the driver walked in.
“The whole bus wasn’t supposed to come here.”
We turned toward him.
He explained that we were originally supposed to stop at a nearby rest area, where Robert would have been approached.
But there really had been an accident on the main road.
Then there had been communication problems.
And their plan had turned into a mess.
I didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved.
But one question remained.
“Why did you smile in the mirror when Robert recognized the road?”
The driver looked slightly embarrassed.
“Because I was told he would probably be the first person to understand where we were.”
Robert finally smiled a little.
But then Frank became serious again.
“We still need to go down to the entrance of the old tunnel. There’s one document that only Robert can verify.”
