After a big breakfast, she headed back to the Portland airport in a driving rain to try to find out if Senator Carson had flown in or out on a private or commercial flight when he claimed he had been in Oregon. After striking out, when she inquired at the commercial carriers, she drove over to the airfield for private planes, where the manager told Dana that information about arrivals and departures was confidential.Dana left the office, discouraged by her lack of progress. As she headed for her car, a heavyset, bearded man in mechanic’s overalls walked toward her. As he passed, he turned slightly and spoke to her.“Coffee People on the terminal concourse, twenty minutes.”Dana didn’t turn her head, and she knew better than to ask him to explain himself. Instead, she parked at the terminal, got a cup of black coffee at Coffee People and found a table in the middle of the food court. Ten minutes after she sat down, she saw the mechanic scanning the crowd. He spotted Dana and walked to her table, looking around nervously the whole way.“A friend of mine at United told me you’re asking around about Senator Carson,”
