The little typing dots pulsed for what felt like a year. Around her, flights to London and Tokyo were called. A child dropped an ice cream cone and wailed.

She typed that too.

Elena typed them.

The clerk counted out 750 euros. As Elena pocketed the cash, her phone buzzed again.

Elena stared at the payment terminal at the airport currency exchange. The clerk slid her Visa card back across the counter with a bored look. “Try another card, ma’am.”

Behind her, the clerk watched her go, then glanced at the transaction log on his screen. Under “Merchant Note” for her withdrawal, someone had typed: “Customer seemed legit. Unblocked card successfully. No further flags.”

She couldn’t. This was her only one.