“Frankie, what day is it? Is it still Monday?”
He smirked. “Kid they must have really did a fucking number on you.”
Fuck.I prayed weeks hadn’t gone by or something like that. I really was out of it and displaced.
“Frankie I’m serious. I just want to know for her. For Jia. She gets on that plane with that bastard.”
Understanding filled his eyes in the reflection. “I get it. It’s still Monday. Her plane leaves in two hours.”
Two hours.
Oh my God. She hadn’t left yet. She hadn’t left with Armand yet. I straightened up even more and for the first time since getting this mission to get the prints, I wholeheartedly thought of what I wanted most.
I had a second chance to try.
“Frankie, I appreciate the rescue. I do, but I have to get her. I can’t let her go off with Armand.”
He chuckled again.
“Yeah, I figured as much. I also thought you’d need a ride to make that happen. Gotta say though kid, that you don’t look like you can move all that fast so you probably need all the help you can get.”
All I could do was stare at him.
“What are you saying to me? You gonna help me?”
“Where do you think we’re going?”
I swallowed and the lump loosened in my throat. I glanced out the window again and saw signs for McCarran International.
