How the hell long did it take to grab a goddamn bag out of the overhead? Mark gritted his teeth while the passengers took their sweet-ass time disembarking. He had to call Stephanie again but needed privacy. Once off the plane, he charged to baggage claim, where he waited with foot-tapping impatience for his suitcase to arrive. Fortunately, due to last-on-first-off, his luggage dropped onto the conveyor immediately. He grabbed his oversize duffel and strode out of the airport. He located his vehicle, flung the bag into the trunk, then slid into the driver’s seat. When he hadn’t heard from Stephanie on Saturday, he’d tried to get a flight out on Sunday, but the planes were overbooked. Finally he’d gotten a standby in the wee hours of Monday morning. Sitting in his car, he phoned her office. She wouldn’t miss her morning staff meeting. “Women Act Now. This is Evelyn. How may I direct your call?” “This is Deputy Police Chief Mark DeLuca. Please connect me with Stephanie Gordon.”
