Chapter 12
Ian would have liked to say he didn’t start feeling jittery until they landed at Heathrow, but that would have been a lie. The nerves started when they stood in line at the Air India counter at JFK, when he couldn’t stop playing worst case scenarios in his head about what would happen when the officials realized Lucas’s British passport was a fraud. On the bright side, being in jail would certainly protect them from Sultis, if nothing else. On the not so bright side, they’d be caged with men who made Sultis look like a character out of an Enid Blyton book. Ian hadn’t exhaled until they passed through security, and then it was a race against time to reach a toilet before he lost what little contents his stomach contained.
Lucas had returned from one of the airport shops with a
