Chapter Eleven
“That’s a bunch of bullshit,” Dylan complained as he wrapped his arm around Issa’s shoulder.
“What?” Issa asked, looking down at the ground, trying to slip his shoe on without using any hands.
“The way they gave you the third degree like that, like you’re some sort of criminal or something.”
“Oh,” Issa laughed and then shrugged. “I’m used to it. After 9/11 they seem to think anyone with an Arabic sounding name is a potential terrorist. At least this time I didn’t have to remove any clothing.”
They’d just passed through airport security at Metro airport in Detroit. “Where’s Athena and Eric?” Issa asked.
“I told ‘em we’d meet them at the gate. I should’ve asked if she could use her magic to get you through security faster.”
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