CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
As soon as the plane taxied to a stop at Detroit’s Wayne County Airport, Riley and her colleagues were out of their seats and on their feet. The flight attendant made sure that they were the first passengers off the plane. They ran through the jet bridge and into the terminal, flashing their badges at startled security people as they went.
The terminal wasn’t busy at that hour, so they were able to make an unbroken dash to the front of the building. Even so, Riley had the terrible feeling that time was slowing down and they were moving in slow motion.
It seemed impossible that they would get to their destination in time to catch Mason Eggers.
Worse, just as the pilot had warned—it was raining outside where their rental car was waiting for them. That hardly boded wel
