It was dark when the helicopter landed at the Sydney airport. As the pilot promised, a middle-aged woman was waiting for her on the tarmac when they landed. She was hurrying away from the chopper when a woman approached wearing a dress suit and a warm smile. “Hello, Miss Cross. I’m Patricia. I’m to take you to your gate.”
“To catch a flight to Texas?”
“Yes.”
“How long will it take to get there?”
“Approximately eighteen and a half hours.”
Trenna swallowed hard. She knew it was a long-ass flight just to get back to California. “One quick question, if I may?” she asked as she followed the woman toward the main airport building.
“What would you like to know?”
“I haven’t had anything to eat since noon.”
“You’ll be served a meal once you’re aboard your flight,” the woman assured her.
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