sure Lucas actually left.”
Something cold moved through my chest.
“He left,” I said. “He got on the plane.”
“To San Diego,” she replied.
I closed my eyes.
Not Zurich.
Not even Palm Springs directly.
San
Diego.
“He had a connection,” she continued. “A private car booked from there. Palm Springs by evening.”
I tightened my grip on the phone. “How do you know that?”
“Because I’ve been following his arrangements for six weeks.”
The room seemed suddenly smaller.
I looked at the laptop again. The bank screen had dimmed. The confirmation button was still there, waiting like a trap.
