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CHAPTER 8
Josie put her phone away, finished her drink, and sat staring at
all the things she had collected that night. She didn’t know
how long she sat like that or what prompted her to snap out of
it. At some point she realized there was not going to be an
epiphany sitting in a now closed bar at Dulles in a stupor. Josie
did the only thing she could think to do: she dug in her purse
for the tags she’d taken off the suitcase in Ian Francis’ room,
shoved away from the table, hitched her bag, and took them to
the first United Airlines counter she came to.
“Excuse me. Could you tell me where this flight
originated?” She passed the luggage tags across the counter.
The woman in the uniform started typing. A minute later, she
had the information Josie wanted.
“Really,” Josie muttered. Then she said: “Can you book me
through from LAX?”
“When would you like that?” The woman asked.
“What’s the first one going out tomorrow?”
“It leaves at seven in the morning. You won’t have much
time between flights.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Josie handed the woman her credit card.
When she was done, Josie dialed Archer again.
“I need you to meet me at the airport with a few things,”
Josie said.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“I’m going to Hawaii.”
***
“Ambrose?”
Lydia Patriota opened the door of the den smoothly, making
her presence known with that one perfectly modulated word