She would not have known his face, but he knew hers, and he stopped, and something crossed his features that was almost amusement, the awful composure of a man who has lost and wants you to know he is too large to be beaten by the likes of you.

Maya Lin, he said, as if tasting it.

I never expected to see you in seat 8A.

Her hand tightened around Leo’s.

Captain Davis, coming down the stairs behind her, stepped up at her shoulder and looked at the man in handcuffs and then at her.

You know him, he said.

It was not a question so much as a dawning.

Sterling smiled, thin and cold, before the officers moved him on.