Chapter 25
They were battered, frustrated and utterly exhausted, but they had made it through Mérida airport without any trouble whatsoever. Airport security personnel had been doubled and passport and baggage checks had been set up haphazardly. The actual inspections themselves, though, had been perfunctory. The authorities had still seemed mostly in the dark about who or what to search for. The police in Mérida clearly wouldn’t catch on to them before they had transferred flights in Miami. With a little luck, they will have landed in New York with the Mexican police still grasping for clues.
Quinn lay half-asleep in her seat aboard the cramped plane taking them to Miami. Despite throwing back three straight whiskeys in the space of forty minutes at the bar in the airport’s main buildin
