CHAPTER FOURTEENJessica
I waited, laptop case leaning against my bag, and scanned the
throng of traffic moving through National Airport (I refuse to add Reagan to
the name). I’d reached my sister while waiting for my connecting flight in
Dallas. Liz seemed happy to hear from me, even eager to see me. Truly odd. I’d
expected at least a bit of resistance, if not indignation, given the
last-minute nature of my appearance.
I spotted Liz’s cherry red Porsche, not exactly the least
conspicuous of cars, as it cruised around the curve toward the pickup area. I
waved and grabbed my bags as she eased up to the curb.
She slid out, tapped around the car in high heels, and embraced
me in a cloud of expensive, spicy fragrance. “It’s so good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you, too,” I said. “
