Chapter 25
“We’re at exit four,” Andy said. “Where are you?”
Brad looked up, anxious at the close pack of cars that were four rows deep. Travelers with luggage scurried between the vehicles while airport security moved in and out among the cars, demanding motorists move on whether or not they had picked up their passengers.
“I’m at exit one,” Brad answered.
“Okay,” Andy said. “We’ll walk down in that direction.”
They hung up and Brad tried to maneuver his vehicle so it was closer to the curb. He inadvertently cut off a woman in a smaller car who laid on her horn and gave him the finger.
“Sorry, lady,” Brad said, although he knew she couldn’t hear him. God, I wish Hank was here. He handles traffic like this so much better than…