Chapter 10
Lights twinkled across the horizon, covering the Baltimore landscape. Towering orange cranes huddled over the Port of Baltimore, transferring cargo from the ships hugged against the docks to the colorful containers that dotted the sea port. The scene loomed larger as the car approached the port, a brilliant vista viewed from the I-95 bridge.
Chris had uploaded altered photos and IDs for them, son and niece of the foreign diplomat who was the registered owner of the car. She checked the status of her father, but he remained unchanged. She almost called the doctor, but she could never be ready to hear from a doctor who said that her father only had two days to live. Hard to fathom. And if she dwelled on it, she’d be unable to function. So she put it out of her mind, at least as
