Chapter 18

Carmen clacked away at her computer. “Lemme see what’s going on. We’ll figure something out for you. Let me just see where the seats are.”

“And what they cost,” I suggested.

“You let me worry about that. We’ll put something together. I’ll be able to dig up some kind of discount for you.” Clack clack clack. “Just let me poke around for a minute.”

“Okay, sure,” I said. “Thanks for doing this.”

She nodded, all business, and clacked away. I fished around in my tote bag for my wallet and pulled out my debit card, just in case.

“Let’s see…” Carmen muttered, chipped nails flying across the keys. “Okay…I don’t have any seats on the non-stop…”

She was talking half to herself, half to me. The non-stop would obviously have been ideal, but I’d sure as hell rather sit around DFW for two hours than, for example, in the front seat of some rental PT Cruiser with that Thumper dumbass for a week. “What about this…?”