Chapter 12

“I don’t know if they can,” admitted Schatzie’s mouthpiece. “But they did.”

“Why weren’t you with Jeremy? He’s long gone.”

I waved off the question, dying to ask if he had the Happy Homewrecker with him, but less anxious to explain why I would ask such an apparent non sequitur. If those two assholes had really just ditched me in Miami knowing that the company had collapsed out from under us, we were really gonna have a problem when I got home. Add that to the list, I told myself.

“So, what do we do? What are you all doing? Have you talked to the crew desk or anybody at Onboard?”

“Schatzie, is he simple or something?” her sidekick asked, then turned to me. “I thought foxes were supposed to be clever. There is no more crew desk. We called Onboard in Seattle and nobody answered the phone. The airline doesn’t exist anymore, so who’s fielding phone calls?”

“So what do we do?” I repeated. “We’re not just stranded in Miami.”

“We better not be.”