Home Bill's Literary Agents and Their Authors' Books List Fiction Blog
In the News! Author's Story Forums Searches American Politics Guide
Guide to Boulder, Colorado Colorado's 14ers Photos Running Movies
Bill's Boston Marathon Qualifier Guide Errata Got Questions? Email Me
"I mean I'm not that kind of girl."
She stepped past him, opened the closet door, and caught sight of
Bettmann rounding a corner on his way to catch Flight Seven-seven-seven
as she herself turned in the direction of the triumphal arch.
Bettmann waited until the hubbub in the passenger cabin had died down, and then he opened the door that had remained locked since he had flashed a badge at the caterers of the Air Russia Airbus designated Flight Seven-seven-seven, stepped on board the plane, and ducked inside the lavatory once he was out of the caterers' sight.
After stepping out of the lavatory, Bettmann quickly spied one of the
flight's few empty seats, and strode down the left-hand aisle with an
affectation of calm. As he took his seat, a young girl positioned next
to her mother softly sang from a songbook spread across her lap:
Star light star bright,