Roland pulled his car over behind the vehicles lined up at the airport.
“Four minutes left,” he caught sight of the time on his wristwatch. He picked his phone from beside him, pushed the car door open, and rushed out.
The car following behind him drove in, skidding to a stop, but Roland didn't look back.
It didn't matter who was on his trail. He had less than four minutes to get to the flight. They couldn't do anything anyway, not in the airport crowded with lots of people.
Roland ran for the entrance. Storming in, he halted a few feet from the door, glancing around at the lines formed, trying to figure out the right line for his flight.
“Excuse me, sir,” a baritone voice sounded from the side.
Roland didn’t pay any attention.
“Sir,” The voice called again. A man dressed in a bla
