He Drained $850,000 For A Mistress’s Getaway—Then Airport Security Stopped Them

our schedules aligned. I didn’t give her the sob story; I gave her the facts.

“Can you confirm a booking for Carlos Mendez?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. “Flight to Cancun, departing today.”

A few minutes of clicking keyboards ensued. I could hear the ambient noise of the airport in the background, the hum of activity, announcements echoing through continue reading …