His eyes passed over Michael…and then swung back.
The pilot.
He strode across the room, covertly continuing his assessment of people and exits, though not in any way that would be noticed except by another trained soldier. Without asking he sat down across from Michael with his back to the lobby, something Michael would never do.
Then the man took off his mirrored sunglasses and set them on the table without folding in the earpieces, so that the lens were only slightly tilted. He looked down and gave the glasses a slight nudge.
Michael judged angles and decided that the man had chosen well. Anything he couldn’t see directly, he could keep an eye on in the mirrors of the sunglasses, which reflected the goings-on behind him. He’d have to remember that trick.
“The girl’s okay,” the pilot
