Houston, Texas
Shake Davis and Mike Stokey sat in a little Texas-kitsch lounge in Terminal D of the George Bush International airport drinking over-priced Tecate Beer out of cans and keeping an eye on the departures board. Mike had just over an hour before his flight to Las Vegas boarded, but Shake would have to wait an hour longer before his flight to Dulles was called.
“It sucks to be me.” Shake squeezed a slice of lime into his beer can and sighed.
“What’s that mean?” Mike fiddled with a bag of airport presents he’d picked up for Linda. “Sure it sucks to be you—but how specifically does it suck?”
“One part of me is really tired, beat to crap and wanting to go home, you know? And the other part of me is all shot-through with adrenaline and wants to go back down there and get out on a
