“You’re a bit early,” I said.
“We have to be somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Come on, I’ll tell you on the way.”
“Two ticks.”
I shut everything down and left the inner lab, closing the door firmly and testing it to make certain that it had automatically locked—it never failed to do so, but I always double-checked. I had to hurry to catch up with Marco, who was already halfway to the elevators.
“What’s the rush?” I said while he waited for the elevator.
“We have to be somewhere.”
“You said that.”
“I know.”
“God, I hate it when you start being all mysterious,” I said.
“No you don’t, you like surprises.”
“Well….”
“Patience….”
I followed him down to the hospital entrance, where Sal was waiting with a car. “We’re not taking the tram home?” I said.
“Obviously.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
Sal drove us quickly out of town, but it took me a few minutes to realize that we were heading in the general direction of the airport. “Okay, so we’re going to the airport. Why?”