A hard scowl slipped over Trip's face. "Whatcha you want, C.C.?" "What time is Marek's plane due in?" Neville Triplett's jaw clenched and he looked down at the file he'd been working on. "Whatcha want to know for?" "Just curious." "Don't be," Trip snapped. "I'll be there to pick her up this evening." He glanced up, then away, dismissing the man. Corbettson grinned at the other detective, then returned to his desk. He had no intention of telling Triplett that Marek had left a message for him this morning that she'd taken an earlier flight home. **** "Flight 3725 now arriving from Cincinnati," the announcement came, and Corbettson nodded. That was the connecting flight from Atlanta on which Rhianna Marek was due to arrive. He'd seen the 757 jockeying into position at the jetway as he walked through the terminal waiting area. His arrival was perfectly timed. The door opened and the first class passengers began streaming from the jetway. Their chatter hurt Corbettson's sensitive ears, but he was learning to block out much of the white noise that constantly abraded his hearing.
