She was afraid to move. Her wounds were seeping blood and she was afraid that it would show on the light blue Air France overcoat she was wearing. Elaine was sure that the man she had bumped into in the jetway had figured out what happened by now. He would have checked with the flight attendants to see if there had been a crew change. Fortunately, the man must not have known about her Irish passport or he could have had her stopped when she went through Passport Control. At the moment, Elaine was mired down with indecision about whether to try and retrieve the suitcase she had given the nun to check for her. It was probably still going around and around on the conveyor in Baggage Claim, or had already been picked up and taken to the office for lost and unclaimed luggage. She thought she could probably make it back to Washington on the Irish passport, if she moved quickly. But Lassiter had framed her so thoroughly that without the data key, she would look guilty. It would appear that something had gone wrong, that she had perhaps not been paid for the product, and that she was trying to come back and blame Lassiter for it.
