benches lined the corridor with plants arranged between them, and I quickly sat down, turning my back toward the men. I opened my magazine, holding it up to block my face.
Detective Castro noticed me, but his thoughts were focused on looking for a woman with a white touristy t-shirt and long blond hair, so his gaze slid right past me to the next woman in the area.
I breathed a sigh of relief and kept my back toward them, realizing that if Detective Fitch saw my face, he would be more observant and probably figure out who I was. Taking a deep breath, I tuned into their thoughts, focusing mostly on Detective Fitch.
He was thinking that I was in trouble, and hoped I would show up soon. He couldn’t quit thinking about the car that pulled out behind me after I left the restaurant in my taxi. He hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling that he’d missed something, so he’d called the taxi company to find out where they’d taken me. The airport had been a surprise, and the driver had even given him the terminal and gate he needed to check.
It hadn’t taken long to track down my scheduled flight, and then to figure out if I had actually made it onto the plane. When it turned out I hadn’t, he was even more concerned and suspicious. Where was I now? Who was after me and why? I had to know who killed Warren.
Explosive swearing drew my attention to a man coming down the corridor toward me. Of course it was only in his mind, but it certainly caught my interest. I peeked over my magazine, noticing his Hawaiian alligator print shirt before focusing on his face. My breath caught. It was the guy who was after me!
He was thinking it was his dumb luck to run into the detectives like this, but hoped they wouldn’t recognize him. It had been a while since he’d had a chat with Fitch. Maybe Fitch wouldn’t remember him.
He kept his face down as he approached the train, and another thought popped into his head. If the detectives were at the service desk, they were waiting for someone. What was the name he’d heard over the intercom? Shelby… Shelby something. Were they looking for the same person he was? This might be helpful after all. If only he could get by without being recognized.
I held my breath as he walked past me, then cringed as the lady at the service desk said my name again asking me to come to the desk. Damn! Now the guy knew my name. He passed the detectives, his mind full of smugness. Since he hadn’t been able to find me anywhere in the terminal, at least he could tell Carson what my name was. It wasn’t a total…
The train doors closed and I lost his thoughts. I focused back on Detective Fitch who was thinking that the guy looked familiar. Didn’t he know him from somewhere? He asked Castro if he’d seen the guy in the alligator shirt. Castro was looking for me and didn’t notice. This disgusted Fitch who was thinking Castro was practically worthless if he couldn’t be more observant than that.
Since I wasn’t there yet, he didn’t think I was going to show up, so he pulled out his cell phone and found my card, hoping I’d answer my phone and explain what was going on. My phone was set to vibrate, but I still got up and hurried back the way I had come. Should I answer and tell him I was fine so he’d leave me alone and go after the real bad guy? When my phone began to vibrate, I couldn’t bring myself to answer. It was probably better not to get involved with the detectives if I could help it.
With that thought, I hurried back to the restaurant, hoping I’d done the right thing. At least I didn’t have to worry about that guy finding me now. Though that didn’t mean he had given up. He could still be watching the main terminal for my exit, but since I had two hours to kill, I didn’t think he’d wait around that long. My food was still waiting for me, and I eagerly sat down to eat. All this snooping around had given me an appetite.
Two hours and several Cokes later, my phone chirped with
Detective Castro noticed me, but his thoughts were focused on looking for a woman with a white touristy t-shirt and long blond hair, so his gaze slid right past me to the next woman in the area.
I breathed a sigh of relief and kept my back toward them, realizing that if Detective Fitch saw my face, he would be more observant and probably figure out who I was. Taking a deep breath, I tuned into their thoughts, focusing mostly on Detective Fitch.
He was thinking that I was in trouble, and hoped I would show up soon. He couldn’t quit thinking about the car that pulled out behind me after I left the restaurant in my taxi. He hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling that he’d missed something, so he’d called the taxi company to find out where they’d taken me. The airport had been a surprise, and the driver had even given him the terminal and gate he needed to check.
It hadn’t taken long to track down my scheduled flight, and then to figure out if I had actually made it onto the plane. When it turned out I hadn’t, he was even more concerned and suspicious. Where was I now? Who was after me and why? I had to know who killed Warren.
Explosive swearing drew my attention to a man coming down the corridor toward me. Of course it was only in his mind, but it certainly caught my interest. I peeked over my magazine, noticing his Hawaiian alligator print shirt before focusing on his face. My breath caught. It was the guy who was after me!
He was thinking it was his dumb luck to run into the detectives like this, but hoped they wouldn’t recognize him. It had been a while since he’d had a chat with Fitch. Maybe Fitch wouldn’t remember him.
He kept his face down as he approached the train, and another thought popped into his head. If the detectives were at the service desk, they were waiting for someone. What was the name he’d heard over the intercom? Shelby… Shelby something. Were they looking for the same person he was? This might be helpful after all. If only he could get by without being recognized.
I held my breath as he walked past me, then cringed as the lady at the service desk said my name again asking me to come to the desk. Damn! Now the guy knew my name. He passed the detectives, his mind full of smugness. Since he hadn’t been able to find me anywhere in the terminal, at least he could tell Carson what my name was. It wasn’t a total…
The train doors closed and I lost his thoughts. I focused back on Detective Fitch who was thinking that the guy looked familiar. Didn’t he know him from somewhere? He asked Castro if he’d seen the guy in the alligator shirt. Castro was looking for me and didn’t notice. This disgusted Fitch who was thinking Castro was practically worthless if he couldn’t be more observant than that.
Since I wasn’t there yet, he didn’t think I was going to show up, so he pulled out his cell phone and found my card, hoping I’d answer my phone and explain what was going on. My phone was set to vibrate, but I still got up and hurried back the way I had come. Should I answer and tell him I was fine so he’d leave me alone and go after the real bad guy? When my phone began to vibrate, I couldn’t bring myself to answer. It was probably better not to get involved with the detectives if I could help it.
With that thought, I hurried back to the restaurant, hoping I’d done the right thing. At least I didn’t have to worry about that guy finding me now. Though that didn’t mean he had given up. He could still be watching the main terminal for my exit, but since I had two hours to kill, I didn’t think he’d wait around that long. My food was still waiting for me, and I eagerly sat down to eat. All this snooping around had given me an appetite.
Two hours and several Cokes later, my phone chirped with
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