Lizzie finished her shift on time, which was not common at all, and headed to the airport. Landon’s plane was due to land around seven forty-five p.m. Glancing at the clock glowing in her dashboard, she calculated she’d arrive at the baggage claim area with about ten minutes to spare if traffic held. And she realized her palms were sweaty. Which was also not common at all. It was a point of pride for Lizzie Zimmerman that not much at all rattled her nerves, so feeling this way was out of character.
She turned in to the multi-level garage, following signs for arrival pickups, and found a one-hour spot close to the terminal entry. Locking her car, she strolled across and entered, then looked at the arrivals monitor. “Alaska Airlines flight 667, coming in at gate B-nine,” she noted, then pro
