The terminal was packed with passengers stranded by the weather. I paid the taxi driver with a large bill, opened the door, and walked purposefully toward the automated glass doors. As I walked toward the check-in counter, I glanced toward the terminal entrance. Through the glass, I saw the black SUV pull up in the loading area. Marcus got out of the driver's seat, talking frantically on his phone, searching for my silhouette in the crowd with a vacant stare.
I plunged into the security line, blending in with a group of tourists.
I knew Marcus couldn't get through security without a boarding pass, and Sebastian would take at least an hour to get there from the mansion if he decided to come in person.
By the time he arrived at the airport, my plane would already be in the air.
I handed
