My Brother Handed Me an Economy Ticket

posting something about “airport chaos.” Maybe warning somebody.

“When did this hit your desk?” I asked.

“Four minutes ago.”

So this was why the weather window suddenly mattered less than my presence.

I said, “Do not let local law enforcement touch him yet.”

Mercer was quiet for a beat.

“You think he’ll run?”

“No,” I said. “I think he’ll talk.”

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