“Driver’s license and boarding pass please,” the agent droned.
Naomi grabbed Lash’s arm. “Tell me that you have a driver’s license.”
“Of course I do.” Lash pulled out his wallet. “I’ve been known to drive from time to time. You were introduced to my mad driving skills this morning. Besides, it’s hard to do anything financially without one these days.”
“Ma’am, driver’s license and boarding pass please,” the agent called to Naomi.
The agent gave a glance at her license and then looked into the dog carrier with a flashlight. “You’ll need to take the animal out of the carrier and put the carrier through the scanner. Carry the dog with you through the metal detector.”
“Okay, thanks.” Naomi walked through the checkpoint.
“Good morning,”—Lash read off the agent’s name tag—“Mr. Daryll Willia
