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Trespassers
Rafe
The air hit him as he exited the plane, warm, muggy, despite it being early November. The plane they’d taken from Albuquerque to San Antonio was so small that it hadn’t even connected up to one of the airports’ two terminals, had let its passengers disembark using one of those rolling portable staircases.
Behind him, Cat dug her sunglasses out of her purse and planted them on her nose. At least they didn’t have to worry about baggage claim, because they hadn’t brought anything with them. If the situation went south and they ended up having to stay here overnight, they’d have to shop for some supplies, but Rafe hoped that wouldn’t be necessary.
“This way,” he said, leading his sister across the tarmac and into the nearest terminal. He ignored the baggage claim and th
