The plainclothes officers immediately released Daniel Vance, helping him pull his wrinkled blazer straight. Daniel walked right up to the shivering woman, looking down at her with a grim, victorious expression. “You really thought a last-minute flight would let you escape that easily, Chloe? Now, where is my family’s money?” Chloe didn’t answer. She just glared at him, her lips curling into a sharp, mocking sneer as she was forced upright by the airport police.
Daniel turned to Sandra, his intense, white-knuckled anger finally melting into pure, draining relief. “I’m sorry for the chaos, miss,” Daniel said, his voice entirely grounded. “I know you thought you were protecting an innocent person.
You didn’t know she was just using you as a tactical chess piece to get me out of the way so she could walk out the front door.” Sandra staggered back slightly, the crumpled napkin still clutched tightly in her palm. “But… how did you end up right next to her? The flight was completely fully booked.”