tracker.
The suitcase had been moving for more than an hour.
He knew.
I answered.
“Where are you?” Gary demanded.
“At the airport. Security stopped me.”
Silence.
Then his voice changed completely.
“Please tell me you didn’t take my Disney suitcase.”
I looked at Delgado.
“Come home,” Gary said quickly. “Just come home and I’ll explain. Don’t let them open it. Please.”
“Explain what?”
“Not over the phone.”
At that exact moment, Delgado removed the final layer of plastic.
And everything I believed about the last year collapsed.
PART 2
