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The flight from Los Angeles touched down. It rolled to a stop on the tarmac of Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. The passengers filtered off the plane into the terminal. They picked up their cases from baggage claim. But one passenger bypassed the carousels. He strode straight for the car rental desks.
Mr Box liked to travel light, after all.
He strode across the concourse to HQ Rentals, with its yellow logo on black.
A well-groomed young man waited behind the desk in a black suit and yellow tie. "How may I help you, sir?"
"I believe I have a car reserved."
The clerk turned his attention to his computer screen, his skin tanned and his teeth a flash of white. Mr Box noticed a clump of gel towards the back of his light-brown hair. It suggested the young man had got ready in
