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The flight to Portland left at 5:40 Sunday night. It was later than Sarah liked to fly, since it meant she would have to find dinner in the airport, but it was one of the few nonstops, and she was tired of changing planes. Joe’s office had made the same reservation. She knew she’d be seeing him at the airport.
It was strange, she thought, knowing this would be their last trip together. When he left her apartment that morning, he promised to start working right away on finding his replacement. Sarah wanted him out of that firm as soon as possible. She could feel the hot breath of Fitzgerald and the U.S. Attorney’s office on her neck, even if Joe didn’t seem as concerned as she did.
It was only because he hadn’t been through it yet, she thought. If he had been there April 6, he would h
