Chapter 5Sean impatiently shuffled around a file of slow-moving, fellow passengers who were making their way up the humid terminal gateway. They were the type of people one would expect to find at the Myrtle Beach International Airport any given day around noon: well-off elderly folks with high waistlines, bright clothes, and lots of stories to tell. Sean couldn’t step off the plane fast enough.
With Diana’s help, he’d booked the last remaining spot on a flight out of Denver. It was a window seat, and for a man Sean’s size, it had been a very uncomfortable ride. With his arms pinned to his sides and his head tipped at an angle because of a low ceiling, he’d been forced to endure the upbeat ramblings of a blue-haired elderly woman seated next to him.
The two had carried on a marathon conv
