“Yeah,” he said, reaching for her bag.
“What are you doing now?” she asked, frustrated.
He ignored her and walked toward the door. “You coming?” he asked when he’d reached the garage.
She took a deep, calming breath. It’s just part of the job. Then, squaring her shoulders, she followed him.
. It’s just part of the jobThe drive to the stadium was quiet. She kept watch, but no one appeared to be following them. Daniels had explained how everything worked. The team met in the players’ parking lot at the stadium and was then bused to the airport. No wives or girlfriends were allowed on the bus, so she’d arranged for Hansen to meet them here and drive her to the airport.
She’d much rather be on the bus with Daniels, since it was difficult to protect him or observe his interactions with oth
