This was crazy.

Everything since last night had been unbelievable. I had to stop my overactive imagination. But was it my imagination? Why did the mystery man call? How did he know I wasn’t on my flight? Was Mark really a threat? What kind of threat? I was on whose radar?

Questions came faster than answers.

It seemed like the person I shouldn’t trust was not the nice young man waiting for me but the one who ambushed me last night or Patrick, the one who led ...