turned the screen toward me.
“The seat had been occupied.”
My heart began to pound.
“By who?”
“A passenger named Claire Ellison.”
Adrian stopped moving.
I looked at him.
“Claire?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Daniel did.
“Mr. Prescott’s executive assistant.”
I stared at Adrian.
“You said Claire booked your ticket.”
“She did.”
“And she was supposed to sit beside me?”
“Apparently.”
Lily was drawing beside us.
I lowered my voice.
“Why?”
Adrian looked genuinely shaken.
“I don’t know.”
“Was she traveling to Houston?”
“Yes, but on my original flight.”
“Then why did she have a seat on mine?”
He turned to Daniel.
Daniel clicked through the reservation history.
“Seat fourteen B was booked under Ms. Ellison’s name six days ago. She cancelled it yesterday at 1:51 p.m.”
“Twenty-three minutes before you changed flights,” I said.
“Yes.”
“And then Adrian took the same seat?”
Daniel nodded.
“Was that automatic?”
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