Vague as their receipts were, he hadn’t really wondered whether the travel agency fit into the sober or the secretive side of things until just now.
The two of them blended into the bright and noisy bunch crossing the street, more like a flock of birds than a group of people. Barry stopped in the middle of the block, on a much cleaner sidewalk, pointing to the dark wooden door set a few steps off the street. A rectangular sign only about a foot across, silver letters etched on a black surface, declared this to be Terminalia Travel.
“This is it. You gonna be okay now?”
The man smiled again, nodding slowly.
“Yes, now. Would you come up? I would like Kelly Webb to know who helped me.”
Barry forced himself not to look at his watch. If he ran, unthinkable in this heat, he could still make
