Chapter Eleven
The Whole Enchilada
Our plane arrived right on time. There were none of the needless delays that are so common in flying today. As I walked down through the airport, I thought about the things that had happened to me in this very building just a couple of weeks ago.
My stomach turned and a strange feeling hit me as we passed by the security section. There were lines waiting to go through the metal detectors. The x-ray machines were scanning the carry-on bags, and that same evil security guard was still there checking out the passengers. I couldn’t help but wonder how many other people had also been his victim. I wondered if he and Isabella could possibly be related.
I turned my head and followed Samantha down the escalator to pick up our luggage. I was just thankful
