“He won’t answer his phone. He won’t text me back. He ignores my f*******: messages.” Tanner was bemoaning the apparent dissolution of his marriage as he and Jesse towed their wheeled suitcases through the Will Rogers Airport in Oklahoma City. “I tried staking out his house, but then Cristina Ramos told me she had him on her flight to Boise, and now he’s been there like two weeks. I don’t know what else to do.”
They were on their way to work, the second day of a two-day trip. Tanner had plucked the trip off the computerized trade board and, knowing all of Jesse’s computer passwords, committed his bestie to flying it with him. It was a dog of a trip—three legs a day with a pre-rooster check-in and an obnoxiously short layover—and Jesse had not been best pleased to be informed that Tanner h
