Chapter Twelve
The three of us stared at each other for a long time, trying to process the fact that we’d missed takeoff. All morning, I’d known time was tight, but I’d never given up the idea of finding evidence in time to stop Deborah.
It was too late. Deborah’s plane left, and she was now in international air space. She got away with murder. Miriam would not be avenged, at least not by me. We’d failed.
“Can’t we call Interpol and ask them to meet her flight when it lands?” Sam asked.
“The U.S. doesn’t have an extradition treaty with Thailand.” It was one of the many things I’d Googled when I couldn’t sleep the night before. Searching for information beat tossing and turning and thinking about Sam lying on the other side of a thin wall. “That’s probably why she chose it.”
I hated fa
