Miranda's flight landed in Portland on time, late in the afternoon and she easily made the connection to the little puddle jumper that would take her to Bangor. As she stepped down from the folding stairway a man in slacks and a blazer stepped forward.

"Miss Fox?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Jason, Mr. Garvey's assistant. The car is just over here. Do you have you luggage?"

"For one night?" she chuckled. "Just this carry-on."

"Then shall we go?"

Jason was ...