Chapter 2
Even this early in the morning, Atlanta airport was a circus. Knowing they weren’t going to sleep anyway, Andy had booked the earliest flights he could find. They hadn’t bothered with more than a carry-on, either; if there was ever a good time to take advantage of their wealth to skip unnecessary planning, this was definitely it.
Andy hefted his bag over his shoulder and steered Scooter gently through the crowds. Mace’s death had hit Scooter hard—well, not surprising, Andy supposed, given the shock and the nature of their relationship. Andy fired off a text as they walked, and by the time they’d reached the taxi stand outside the baggage claim, he had a response. “We’re all going to meet at the hospital,” he told Scooter. “I know you said you weren’t hungry, but this is probabl
