Chapter 401

• I stood and watched as the police officers led John Browne from the yacht. His hands were cuffed behind his back and they escorted him to the car where he got into the backseat. His face was twisted in a deep scowl, as the shock registered that he was going to be charged with Paul’s murder. Did I feel bad for pointing the finger in his direction? No, I didn’t. He was Paul’s accomplice and he’d brought those two underaged girls onto the yacht.
• A large crowd had gathered in the parking lot and I turned back to my laptop and booked a return flight to Chicago. My flight left at 6 p.m. and I would land in Chicago at half past eight. Taking into account the two-hour time difference, I could be home by midnight.
• I took my time cleaning the yacht, wiping every surface, washing the bathtub, the toilet and the basin. I would wash the shower later when I showered before my flight. I vacuumed the carpets and then the bed. It might sound extreme, but you could lose up to a hundred hair follicles each day. I knew there was no chance of me being a suspect here, since they already had their suspect in custody. They wouldn’t even bother to look any further.