Check the Flights
I got to the station early—or at least what I thought was early—but Ribs was already there, drinking coffee and chatting with Hernandez.
“About time you got here, cuz. I thought I was going to have to solve this case by myself, or with this sweet chiquita.”
“That does it for me,” Hernandez said. “When Delgado starts in with his bullshit, it’s time for me to leave.”
“So you know it, too?” I asked.
“Since day one,” she said, and smacked Ribs on the back of the head. “See you later, big boy.” She laughed then, and continued laughing all the way down the hall.
“Looks like it’s time to get to the airport,” Ribs said.
“Then let’s go.”
“Where do we need to go?” I asked.
“Delta. Terminal A. I asked Carolyn Meechum to meet us at the entrance. Also another ste…I mean, flig
