Chapter 3

John’s phone buzzed and he lowered his eyes to the screen.

Thats what email said. Is there an info desk you can check with?

The tsk that John answered his agent’s text with was loud enough to make three other people in the airport turn to look at him. Nancy was good, for the most part. But her abilities could be attributed to her people skills, and her ease of convincing people that she was telling the truth and could be trusted. Her British charm, Nancy would always say. When it came to life outside of her bubble, however, most times Nancy didn’t have a clue.

Where do you think I am? Hamilton?! This is LA ffs. And it’s an airport not a travel agency. They don’t know shit about my ride.

He could visualize the expression that Nancy wore on her face when he received her reply: Dont be rude John. Give me a sec. Ill call.