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Davis stepped off the airplane, his head pounding. He now remembered why he didn’t travel. For the past three hours, he had been squished between a woman whose music was so loud that Davis could hear every word of the lyrics, despite both of them wearing headphones, and a man who didn’t have any trouble falling asleep in awkward positions but who did have a snoring problem. A very loud one.
At least this place wasn’t as humid as Bangkok had been. He sucked in a lungful of air as his gaze swept over a small building in front of him. The signs were all in Thai, but everyone seemed to be walking in the same general direction, so he followed the other passengers to a large room where an empty conveyor belt spun. Davis sat on the edge of the machine to await his bag.
“Davis Jones?”
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