The plane touched down in Blackhaven at noon.
Adam looked out the window at the gray sky, the familiar sprawl of factories and houses, the frozen lake in the distance. Switzerland felt like a dream now. The villa fire, the chase, the airport arrest – all of it compressed into a handful of days that had stretched into a lifetime.
Sandra slept beside him, her head on his shoulder. Nina was across the aisle, staring at her phone.
“Miller texted,” Nina said. “Krause is in federal custody. They're holding him without bail.”
“How long until extradition?”
“A few weeks. Maybe a month. His lawyers will fight it.”
“Let them fight. He's not getting out.”
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The terminal was crowded.
Adam walked through customs, his bag slung over his shoulder. A man in a dark suit approached.
“Mr. Kosta. I
