Page 126 of Mile High Ruin

“There are armed men walking past rose bushes.”

“That doesn’t make it a prison.”

“No, the part where you keep telling me I’m not allowed to leave does.”

I turn back toward the desk and open the file Anton left there earlier, partly because there are actual things I need to deal with and partly because looking at Sloane when she is like this tends to make me forget them.

That proves ineffective.

“What happens now?” she asks.

“I work.”

“I mean with us.”

I glance up. “With you?”

“With me, Camille, Daniel, everyone who apparently became a suspect the second we stepped off that plane.”

“You are not all suspects.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

I close the file again. “Sloane.”

“No, seriously, how long do you intend to keep us here?”

“Until I know what happened.”

“That could mean anything.”

“It means exactly what I said.”

She comes further into the room. “And when you know?”

“If you had nothing to do with it, you leave.”

Her eyes narrow. “If?”

I immediately regret the wording, although not enough to correct it.

She catches it anyway. “So you still think there is a chance I planted that tracker.”

“I think there’s a chance someone on that flight knew more than they admitted.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“It’s the answer you’re getting.”

She exhales through her nose and begins pacing slowly in front of the desk. “What about my flight tomorrow?”

“You won’t be on it.”

She stops. “What?”

“I cancelled it.”

For a second, she only stares at me. Then her expression changes completely. “You cancelled my flight.”