The TSA Alarm Went Off the Second They Scanned My ID

walk. He wasn’t TSA. Operations, maybe. Or airport police administration.

I recognized him half a second before he recognized me.

“Dennis?”

He stopped, squinted, then laughed once. “Jesus. Susan.”

Jacob’s face. I wish I could frame it.

Dennis Harrow had been deputy airport operations chief in Phoenix five years earlier, back when a baggage-screening system continue reading …