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to the same place, Detective, but I guarantee you, we don’t have the same purpose.”
“Ah, but we do,” he said. We’re both trying to find the same person. Our reasons may be different, but that part doesn’t matter unless we succeed in finding him.” He looked at her from under his brows, apparently hoping for her agreement.
“And since we’ll need to rent a car to get from San José to Mirador, I think it makes good sense to do it together.”
She pursed her lips. She hadn’t planned on renting a car. On the map, Mirador looked to be fairly close to San José. “I thought I’d take a cab.”
“You speak Spanish?”
“I can get by,” she said. “I took it in high school…my freshman year.”
He pulled his briefcase onto his lap, opened it, and after thumbing through some papers, he pulled out a map. “See this dot over here? This is Mirador. See this line here? Those are mountains. Not far in miles, but still at least a day away. If you could even get a cab to take you that far, it would cost a fortune.”
“The travel agent didn’t tell me that. But he made arrangements for a guide to show me around. I’m sure the guide can take me, or advise me where to catch a bus or something.”
Adam shook his head and grinned.
Did he know something she didn’t?
“Well, if you change your mind about going together, let me know. I plan to head out early in the morning.”
“Thank you for offering. I’ve taken care of my arrangements, Detective, but if you need help yourself, just let me know.” She flashed him a smile.
He shrugged. “Have it your way, and could you please call me something other than Detective? Ramsey, Adam, hey you—any of those’d work.”
With that, he stood and set his briefcase on the seat. “Gotta stretch the legs and see a man in the back,” he said. “I feel like I’ve been doing yoga for the past hour. You’d think whoever designed these seats would take into account that everyone in the world isn’t short.”
“I know what you mean,” she said as he walked away. She did know, but to her there were worse things about being tall than having no legroom in a plane. As a gawky long-legged kid, she’d been mercilessly teased by other kids in school. And when she’d gone to live with her father, he’d focused on her height just as cruelly.
Even now, the memory of his verbal abuse stung.
The plane shuddered and the warning light above her head flashed on. She grabbed for her seat belt as the turbulence increased enough to toss her to the side. At the same time, Adam’s briefcase lurched off the seat and fell to the floor, papers spewing everywhere.
Amid the rattles and bumps, she reached down, grabbed a handful of papers, brought the briefcase up to the seat again and stuffed the papers inside. Then the turbulence subsided as quickly as it had come.
She grinned to herself, imagining Adam’s big body wedged into the tiny washroom. He’d be lucky not to get stuck inside. She reached to close Adam’s briefcase and saw some photos sticking out of an envelope.
The photos? The infamous photos? She couldn’t resist taking one more look. Maybe—
As she picked up the envelope, a letter dropped into her lap. The writing looked the same as that on the back of the photos. She stared at the letter, then glanced away.
It wasn’t right to read someone else’s mail. But if the writing on the photos was the same…
She glanced down the aisle where Adam had gone. He was standing in the back talking to one of the flight attendants, and he didn’t look in any hurry to return.
Returning the letter to the envelope, she stuffed it halfway inside, then stopped. She tried not to look, but it was right there in her line of vision. If she only got a glimpse of it as she put it back where it came from, she couldn’t be accused of actually reading someone else’s mail, could she?
No. Just shove the thing into his briefcase, Jillian. And forget it. But her gaze was all but
“Ah, but we do,” he said. We’re both trying to find the same person. Our reasons may be different, but that part doesn’t matter unless we succeed in finding him.” He looked at her from under his brows, apparently hoping for her agreement.
“And since we’ll need to rent a car to get from San José to Mirador, I think it makes good sense to do it together.”
She pursed her lips. She hadn’t planned on renting a car. On the map, Mirador looked to be fairly close to San José. “I thought I’d take a cab.”
“You speak Spanish?”
“I can get by,” she said. “I took it in high school…my freshman year.”
He pulled his briefcase onto his lap, opened it, and after thumbing through some papers, he pulled out a map. “See this dot over here? This is Mirador. See this line here? Those are mountains. Not far in miles, but still at least a day away. If you could even get a cab to take you that far, it would cost a fortune.”
“The travel agent didn’t tell me that. But he made arrangements for a guide to show me around. I’m sure the guide can take me, or advise me where to catch a bus or something.”
Adam shook his head and grinned.
Did he know something she didn’t?
“Well, if you change your mind about going together, let me know. I plan to head out early in the morning.”
“Thank you for offering. I’ve taken care of my arrangements, Detective, but if you need help yourself, just let me know.” She flashed him a smile.
He shrugged. “Have it your way, and could you please call me something other than Detective? Ramsey, Adam, hey you—any of those’d work.”
With that, he stood and set his briefcase on the seat. “Gotta stretch the legs and see a man in the back,” he said. “I feel like I’ve been doing yoga for the past hour. You’d think whoever designed these seats would take into account that everyone in the world isn’t short.”
“I know what you mean,” she said as he walked away. She did know, but to her there were worse things about being tall than having no legroom in a plane. As a gawky long-legged kid, she’d been mercilessly teased by other kids in school. And when she’d gone to live with her father, he’d focused on her height just as cruelly.
Even now, the memory of his verbal abuse stung.
The plane shuddered and the warning light above her head flashed on. She grabbed for her seat belt as the turbulence increased enough to toss her to the side. At the same time, Adam’s briefcase lurched off the seat and fell to the floor, papers spewing everywhere.
Amid the rattles and bumps, she reached down, grabbed a handful of papers, brought the briefcase up to the seat again and stuffed the papers inside. Then the turbulence subsided as quickly as it had come.
She grinned to herself, imagining Adam’s big body wedged into the tiny washroom. He’d be lucky not to get stuck inside. She reached to close Adam’s briefcase and saw some photos sticking out of an envelope.
The photos? The infamous photos? She couldn’t resist taking one more look. Maybe—
As she picked up the envelope, a letter dropped into her lap. The writing looked the same as that on the back of the photos. She stared at the letter, then glanced away.
It wasn’t right to read someone else’s mail. But if the writing on the photos was the same…
She glanced down the aisle where Adam had gone. He was standing in the back talking to one of the flight attendants, and he didn’t look in any hurry to return.
Returning the letter to the envelope, she stuffed it halfway inside, then stopped. She tried not to look, but it was right there in her line of vision. If she only got a glimpse of it as she put it back where it came from, she couldn’t be accused of actually reading someone else’s mail, could she?
No. Just shove the thing into his briefcase, Jillian. And forget it. But her gaze was all but
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