Marco's pale face turned even whiter, "I swear I didn't see anyone else. Though in the car on the way here, Levi did make a phone call. It was strange and short, and I thought nothing of it at the time—but it sounded like he was telling someone when we'd arrive."
"Did you hear the person he was talking to?" she asked.
"No," Marco answered. "He was wearing an earpiece the whole time."
"Shit," she whispered. "It was all planned—every last detail."
"Huh?" Marco asked.
"It doesn't matter," she said. "We're both screwed."
She turned away and walked toward the sliding glass doors she'd passed through. She was surprised when they slid open. Though her head throbbed and her wrists were still painfully cuffed in front of her, she sprinted as fast as she could across the bright terminal. Her sandals slapped the floor, and her wrists chafed against the cuffs, but she ran as fast as she could.
