Chapter 67Sheppard sat in an uncomfortable airport seat. Airport seats were never comfortable. The airports didn’t want people getting too comfortable as that would risk them falling asleep and missing their flights. This worked to Sheppard’s advantage today. He had only managed a couple hours of sleep on the flight to L.A. He was pretty tired and jumped slightly when his phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and flicked the phone open.
“Sheppard.”
“Shep, it’s Sophie.”
“What can you tell me, Sophie?”
“Actually, I’m hoping you can tell me something. What’s this Arturo guy doing here?”
“He’s been sent over from his agency to help us out. It’s a pretty high exposure case, so a bit of inter-agency arm wrestling is to be expected.”
“Do you know which
