On the flight, with the in-flight magazine spread open on his lap, NJ kept
speculating, “Why did he make the satellite transmission? Must have been an
emergency. But why didn’t he say anything important? Maybe he was just
trying to grab our attention. But he still should’ve told something. How did
masked assailant discover him? He was well trained to go undercover. We’ve
gone undercover a million times together. Dixon just doesn’t make mistakes
like that.”

He shifted his attention to the magazine now. He needed to take his mind off
from Dixon; otherwise, he might get too emotionally attached to the case.
“Emotions cloud your mind”, he remembered his mentor say.

The centre page headline read - “Global Leaders Meet in London. Two time
Peace Prize winner Dr. Vaughn will be the chief guest to one of the….” -
London. That’s where NJ was headed.

Seven hours and twelve minutes after he boarded the flight from New York, it
touched down in Heathrow airport. He got himself a car, a Honda accord, and
made his way to Dixon’s hotel room. Nobody but the director and he knew
about Dixon’s murder. Nobody, except the masked assailant.
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