She had syrup on her cheek.
At least some things were simple.
I wiped it away.
“Okay,” I said. “Tell me what you found.”
Daniel opened the laptop.
“Your booking was made nine days ago.”
“I know.”
“Mr. Prescott changed onto your flight yesterday afternoon at 2:14 p.m.”
Adrian nodded.
“And fourteen B?” I asked.
Daniel 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.”
