Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Three
Malachi's POV
I was at the airport when Maurice called.
"We have a problem," he said.
I stopped walking. "What kind of problem?"
"David Chen's company operates multiple private jets. Three of them took off within the same time window last night. One went to Milan. One went to Tokyo. One went to São Paulo."
My stomach dropped. "So we don't actually know which one Alicia was on."
"No. The passenger manifests for all three are locked down tight. Chen's company has serious security protocols. I'm working on breaking through but it's going to take time."
"How much time?"
"Could be hours. Could be days. These aren't amateur systems we're dealing with."
I looked at my boarding pass for Milan. Gate C14. The flight that might be taking me to Alicia. Or might be taking me thousands of miles in the wrong direction while she flew to Japan or Brazil.
"Keep working on it. I'll hold off on boarding until we know for sure."
"There's something else."
