Chapter Eleven
Kathrine got parked at LAX at ten to four and checked the electronic board. Ava’s flight was on time but another twenty minutes passed before she saw Ava striding from the gate, a suitcase rolling along behind and the investment banker from Austin, like the caboose, scurrying a couple of paces after. He was struggling with two suitcases and a wardrobe bag. His beet-red face was upturned and he was speaking at Ava’s back but Ava’s stoney look was focused on the waiting crowd. It was all Kathrine needed to know; her friend desperately needed rescuing.
“Ava!” Kathrine called out... “Over here!” Ava’s face brightened at the sound of a familiar voice. Her step quickened, trying to outdistance the banker.
“Thank god you’re here,” Ava said into Kathrine’s ear as she leaned in
