Chapter 43: The bad news

There weren’t any shooters on the rooftops. No increase in police presence. The airport wasn’t closed off. The baggage handlers did everything naturally. No one was looking away from his or her jobs. And no one was wearing a gun.

He parked the car. No one accosted him. No one was fiddling with his keys, trying to get a nearby car unlocked. No bum slumped against the wall, with enough bags beside him to conceal a shotgun. There was no one staring at him, no one watching him even out of the corner of his or her eyes. Everyone he saw was ignoring him, wrapped up in their own worlds and completely uncaring about David’s.

If the FBI were here, they were subtle, and they didn’t expect much from him. They didn’t expect him to run, or didn’t expect him to be able to. They expected him to come quietly.

That didn’t bode well at all.