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CAITLIN
“I just got a NOTICE from Interpol,” I told Jack. “Believe it or not, Andrew Stewart is alive and well and spotted at the airport in Christchurch, New Zealand.”
“Where do you think he’s been all this time?”
I thought about it. “Haven’t a clue.” I continued to stare at the NOTICE.
“What would he be doing in New Zealand?” Jack asked.
“That must be where he stashed his wife and kid,” I decided. “Now that he’s resurfaced, we have to bring him in. And unfortunately, there’s still the matter of the murder of Julian Marshall.”
“The evidence there is circumstantial at best,” Jack said.
“They still want him—and his wife—for questioning.”
“If he did kill Marshall,” Jack said, “he should get a medal for it.”
