Chapter 9

“I got a room at the Fairmont,” he says. “You know, last night when I missed my flight.”

“The Fairmont.” Henry raises his eyebrows. “You do travel in style.”

“Yeah, well, my company, you know…” Zack shrugs it off. “Anyway, yeah, it’s a pretty nice room. If you wanted to come up and check it out…”

“Will they let me into the Fairmont looking like this?” Henry asks, only half teasing.

“We’ll tiptoe past the fashion police.”

“Well, if you think it’ll work.” Henry gets up from his chair. “I’ll follow you.”

Not like Henry doesn’t know the way. USA Departures is his turf, after all, and the grand, gilded Airport Fairmont connects that terminal of prop planes and passport control to the rarefied world of luxury travel. At least, he rather supposes it does. He’s only ever been in the bar, and that maybe only twice. Henry doesn’t make a habit of cooling his heels in the posh spots. Someone’s always keeping an eye on the broke-looking dude with the backpack at a place like the Fairmont.