He’s trying to push this fourteen-million-dollar transfer through a corporate board meeting tonight at seven.”

I looked over the seat back separating row one from row two.

Harrison Caldwell was typing furiously on his phone in seat 1B.

The blue Department of Defense clearance stamp was still plainly visible on the edge of the folder sticking out of his open briefcase.

“I’ll see you at five, Laura,” I said.

I ended the call and put my phone back in my pocket.

Sophie opened her new coloring book on her plastic tray table.