Home sweet hell
Even with every bit of free alcohol they would bring me, the 9 hour flight was still unbearable. My stomach turned hard, wanting this trip to be over. It already hurt when I had to book a one way ticket, with no idea how long this would take, I would just wait.
Knowing both the police department and this private investigator were in one this, meant I needed to be extra careful. I was smart enough to keep my plans private, but any detective worth his salt would know what I was doing. I only hoped I had enough time to get my answers before they traced me.
LAX was always jam-packed. With all of the restrictions, people were still adamant to travel places. Today, the building had people speckled throughout, but nothing like it normally would be. Everyone looked nervous, unwilling to even make eye contact with you. It was like seeing another person was enough to feel uneasy, contagious.
