Adrian was never supposed to receive the file.
Then a third.
Neither was Ethan.
I stared at the screen.
Adrian stepped closer.
“Elena?”
My hands had started shaking.
“What is it?”
I turned the phone toward him.
He read the messages.
His face drained of color.
Daniel reached for his own phone.
“Can we trace the number?”
But before he could move, another message appeared.
This one contained only six words.
Ask who removed the envelope.
I looked again at the airplane photograph.
At the black folder.
At the white envelope sitting in the seat beside mine.
And then I noticed something in the reflection of the dark airplane window.
A woman standing in the aisle.
Only part of her face was visible.
But Adrian recognized her before I did.
He whispered one name.
“Claire.”
