changed flights at the last minute, then whoever wrote that note may have known.”
“Yes.”
“And whoever knew would need access to your travel.”
“Possibly.”
“Or mine.”
“Yes.”
I folded my arms.
“Who was supposed to be in fourteen B before you switched?”
Adrian stared at me.
Then glanced at the photograph.
“I don’t know.”
There it was again.
I almost smiled from sheer frustration.
“At least everyone is consistent tonight.”
“I can find out.”
“How?”
“Passenger manifests change. Airlines retain booking history.”
“Can you access that?”
“Not personally.”
“Good.”
He gave me a tired look.
“I do understand laws, Elena.”
“I’ve known you four hours.”
“Long enough to know I’m annoyingly careful.”
That almost made me laugh.
Almost.
He held the photograph out.
When I reached for it, he didn’t release it immediately.
“Whoever sent this wanted you to distrust me.”
I met his eyes.
“Maybe they wanted me
