He tapped the screen, playing the lobby security footage from the Regent Bay Resort.
On the screen, in crystal-clear 4K resolution, Julian could be seen sneaking into the hotel safe at 4:30 AM, taking my passport, sliding my phone into his pocket, and handing a folded note to the receptionist before hurrying out the door with my daughter.
Evelyn’s voice choked in her throat.
Her face went ashen.
“The Thai National Police have already processed the hotel theft report,” Martin said smoothly, looking Evelyn dead in the eye. “And we have a signed affidavit from the resort manager confirming that you called the airline to cancel Nora’s return ticket twelve hours before you fled.”
Julian’s hands began to tremble violently. “Where… where is Nora?” he stammered, his voice breaking into a pathetic squeak.
“I’m right here, Julian.”
I stepped out from behind the line of officers, wearing a crisp navy blazer, my hands tucked comfortably into my pockets.
