“What? What am I missing?”
Katie held up the phone with a new Google search up. She had taken the place Levi mentioned in his email—both the conservatory and the reception—and plugged them in. Next to each one were the words Niagara Falls, NY. The American side of the border.
“What?” Nick asked. “I didn’t…How did I miss that?”
“You found a conservatory on the Canadian side and assumed without checking. f**k,” Katie said, her voice surprisingly sharp.
“What’s wrong? I mean, I’m sorry I f****d that up, but it’s what, only a couple minutes difference, right? Niagara in Canada and the US are basically the same, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, but you have to go across a border for one.”
“Okay, so we’ll be a little late because Border Patrol takes forever. But so what? They can’t hold us back, right
