TWENTY-FOUR
Steel had looked everywhere for Tia May but found nothing. He had hoped she had made it away from there OK and was at least on the way back from somewhere safe. Not everyone was back on board as of yet – it was too early. No, he would have to wait until final boarding at six and check with the loadmaster to make sure everyone was aboard.
As he sat in the Irish Bar, he watched the people wander past aimlessly, caught up in their own little worlds, smiles of complete bliss chiselled across their faces. They were happy, and why shouldn’t they be? They were away from the chaos of normal life and were now lounging in luxury. His eyes searched the bar. Strange he thought, that the waitress was also not present. The waitress who was almost at every place he was eating or drinking.
