*Kelly*

Eli warns me in the mind-link that he’s getting close. I brace myself so I won’t startle and make noise, and when he moves in behind me, ducking down behind the airport’s front desk with me, I nod without looking back at him. I’m too focused on the conversation in front of me.

“When do we get paid?” demands the guy whose name I’d deduced was Ralph, his mouth turned down in a frown.

“I dunno,” says Jim, the other guy I’d been watching. “King ...