CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
“Hey, buddy.” A lanky kid in his early twenties with a flat-brimmed cap leaned over the aisle conspiratorially. “You American?”
“Yeah,” Reid murmured. “Why?”
“We just took gold in snowboarding. Saw it online.” The kid grinned.
“What?” Reid had been scanning through papers at the time and had no idea what the kid was talking about.
“The Olympics?” the kid said. “We just took gold.”
“Oh. Uh, great.” Reid forced a smile. He’d forgotten that the games were even going on. He wished he could get excited about something like a sporting event at the moment. In fact, in his normal life, he might be following it with his girls, watching and chanting “USA!” He wasn’t big on sports—he followed basketball, though he rarely watched games—but there was something about the Olymp
