Chapter 3

Dunn said, “I’m sorry, really,” and he seemed sincere. After Heather assured him that of course he was on the list, he finally stepped away.

Ah, Mom, maybe you’re right. Maybe the guy is simply having a bad day.

Rusty thanked Heather and wished her a good day, then looked for some indication of where the food court might be found.

Not an asshole, a rough day.

“And,” he muttered to himself, “as long as he has it as far from me as possible, we’ll both be fine.”

As small as the airport was, Rusty was surprised at the throng of people in the terminal. Looking for a place to eat, he passed by Mojo Coffee, a place serving Asian food, and a couple of other spots. Long lines and packed seating at every single one. Finally, he found a cafeteria-style eatery, which also had long lines, but he reasoned that—with about a dozen people ahead of him before he’d even get to pick up a tray—by the time he got to the cashier, some of the diners would clear out.