Morido and Harrison caught a cab to the airport. Kurt stared out the window into the early dusk and then glanced back over his shoulder at Maggie. Lord, she was stubborn. She hadn’t consented to sleep at all until their colleagues had left. Even now, she was stretched out on the sofa, claiming she would catch a quick nap, then get back to reviewing the photo log.
Kurt pulled his phone out and dialed Mike.
“Hey, I was hoping I’d hear from you today,” Mike answered. “How was the flight?”
“Boring. Predictable. Annoying,” Kurt said.
“And Maggie?”
“Is asleep. She didn’t sleep the whole way over. Has she always been like that?”
“I only ever took a flight with her once. And yeah she was kind of wired the whole way. Not a white knuckle flier or anything, just awake for about thirty-some hour
