Dodi's private villa. They tried to avoid the journalists and even changed the car. There were two bodyguards sitting in the front and Dodi and Diana sitting in the back of the car. Somehow photographers still followed them. They were followed by photographers on motorbikes. Henri Paul, the driver, gave gas. When the speed limit was 80km/h, then he drove at 180km/h. Shortly after the entrance to the tunnel he completely lost control over the car. The car skidded, lurched from side to side and finally crashed at high speed into the 13th concrete post. Nobody in the car wore a seatbelt. The driver and Dodi died immediately. The second bodyguard was in critical position and unconscious. Diana made rowing movements with her arms, when injured people do this, it means that they are not receiving enough oxygen. On the second carriageway was driving a doctor Frederic Maillez. When he saw the accident, he stopped his car, took his emergency bag
He smiled at my glum expression. "Actually, I do. After you get rid of them" -- he threw a dark glance in the Blacks' direction -- "you still have to prepare Charlie to meet your new boyfriend." He grinned widely, showing all of his teeth. I groaned. "Thanks a lot." He smiled the crooked smile that I loved. "I'll be back soon," he promised. His eyes flickered back to the porch, and then he leaned in to swiftly kiss me just under the edge of my jaw. My heart lurched frantically, and I, too, glanced toward the porch. Billy's face was no longer impassive, and his hands clutched at the armrests of his chair. "Soon," I stressed as I opened the door and stepped out into the rain. I could feel his eyes on my back as I half-ran through the light sprinkle toward the porch. "Hey, Billy. Hi, Jacob." I greeted them as cheerfully as I could manage. "Charlie's gone for the day -- I hope you haven't been waiting long." "Not long," Billy said in a subdued tone
The doors began to close. He took an easy step forward and pressed a button on the panel to hold them open. "There's plenty of room for both of us, Eva." The sound of that smoky, implacable voice broke me out of my momentary daze. How did he know my name? Then I remembered that he'd picked up my ID card when I'd dropped it in the lobby. For a second, I debated telling him I was waiting for someone so I could take another car down, but my brain lurched back into action. What the hell was wrong with me? Clearly he worked in the Crossfire. I couldn't avoid him every time I saw him and why should I? If I wanted to get to the point where I could look at him and take his hotness for granted, I needed to see him often enough that he became like furniture. Ha! If only. I stepped into the car. "Thank you." He released the button and stepped back again. The doors closed and the elevator began its descent.
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