Dawn came as they pulled up to Wilcox Memorial Field, like Zophiel figured they would.
“So, let’s get you done,” Zophiel said. He shuffled her out of the car once it was in long-term parking and helped her through the intake process. Once they came to the metal detectors, he hoisted Monica’s cases onto the conveyor belt.
“Thanks,” she told him, sincere and warm. “I’d hate to think what would’ve happened if things didn’t get sorted out.”
He was happy about her discretion. “What are friends for?”
With a smile, Monica enveloped him in a quick, crushing hug and then she was off. Zophiel laughed and waved at her. She waved back from the line that already started to clog up the security area.
Once he’d lost sight of Monica in the bustle of humanity, he went back out into the fresh morning a
