Jason changed lanes and left the motorway five minutes later. He drove up a drive.
"A motorway chapel?" Leonard asked in astonishment at the sight of the small building.
"Much appropriate, I think," Jason said drily.
He parked the car at the far end of the place and looked back, studying the place carefully.
"The driver of the Bugatti won’t see my car from the motorway," he said. "But we can watch out and see if he drives by. Come, Leonard."
They climbed out of the car, left the drive