He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

and I’m telling you that you need to leave. Immediately.”

“Then call the owner,” I said. “Call Adrian.”

Patricia’s laugh got louder. “The owner? You think the owner has time for this? For you?” She turned to Jessica. “Should we call the police? Or just security?”

My hands were shaking as I tried calling Adrian myself. It went straight to voicemail. He continue reading …