1A Ford Explorer trailed me into Dulles Airport’s newest and most remote satellite lot.
I parked my Rabbit.
The Ford continued prowling between the lines of cars.
I was a woman. Alone. Armed with only a rolling suitcase.
I tracked the moving vehicle as I made my way to the molded concrete shelter marking the bus stop. The Ford headed toward the far edge of the lot. Away from me. Good. I yanked my cell phone from my pants pocket and checked the time. 6:10. The next shuttle bus was due in three minutes.
I reached the jaundiced light pooling around the stop and stayed on my feet in full view of the security camera. I punched in a call to my father in Oregon, where he resided in a facility for Alzheimer’s patients. I was making my weekly contact later than usual and he was upset.
I tried
