CHAPTER EIGHT
Remi had endured far too many transatlantic flights, and she had always coped by burying herself in research. Losing oneself in the stories and mysteries of the past was an excellent way to blot out the cramped conditions, stifling air, and bad food.
Now she had an even better motive—to solve a murder.
Although she had another mystery as well. When Daniel had met her at the airport to take a flight to Jerusalem’s Ben Gurion Airport, he had seemed distracted, even a bit pale and shaken. He had barely said two words to her as they went through security—an extra-long chore since they were boarding a flight with El Al, Israel’s national airline—and waiting in the boarding area. He kept texting and checking his phone every three seconds.
Remi decided not to pry. It was none of
