fishing for his credit card and driver's license. Her Hertz uniform was unbuttoned down the front to display as much of her bosom as Greek propriety, perhaps even the law, would permit. A heavy silver chain nestled be¬tween her ample breasts.
"Our pleasure." She swept back her hair as she mechani¬cally shoved forward a typed sheet encased in smudged cellophane. "We have some new Austin subcompacts, or if you want a full-size—"
"What's the best car you've got?" It would be a long drive, over uncertain Greek roads. He wanted to take no chances.
"We do have an Alfa, sir. Only one. A Milano." She ab¬sently adjusted the V-neck of her