The arrivals hall at Capodichino airport buzzed with the exact kind of chaos Alecia had grown used to after long-haul flights—families clustering with luggage carts, businessmen striding past in suits, the heavy drag of tired travelers pushing toward the exit. She adjusted her sunglasses, tugged the handle of her suitcase, and glanced back at Kennedy who looked just as exhausted as she felt. Both of them had the dull glaze of jetlag on their faces, but Alecia carried herself with the same ...