The taxi had hit the freeway back to Malpensa airport. It was good news that she was not on a wanted list, at least she wouldn’t be arrested at London Heathrow. She closed her eyes again wanting to think about how she would handle the business of handing herself in. Her crimes had been committed abroad so she could anticipate imprisonment in France or Italy. She would have no friends or contacts. Her mind slipped ridiculously to Randolph, how it felt to kiss him, to touch him, to feel him inside her. Her cellphone was ringing. She checked the screen. It was DCI Shannon Knightsmith. She let it ring and ring. In desperation she answered.
“Yes?”
“Kaitlyn, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m coming home. I’m going to hand myself in. I can’t live like this.”
“Live like what?”
“Like a crook.
