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The
flight
attendant
went
away
.
The
man
in
the
pale
suit
in
the
seat
beside
Shadow
tapped
his
watch
with
his
fingernail
.
It
was
a
black
Rolex
.
"
You
’
re
late
,
"
said
the
man
,
and
he
grinned
a
huge
grin
with
no
warmth
in
it
at
all
.
"
Sorry
?
"
"
I
said
,
you
’
re
late
.
"
The
flight
attendant
handed
Shadow
a
glass
of
beer
.
For
one
moment
,
he
wondered
if
the
man
was
crazy
,
and
then
he
decided
he
must
have
been
referring
to
the
plane
,
waiting
for
one
last
passenger
.
"
Sorry
if
I
held
you
up
,
"
he
said
,
politely
.
"
You
in
a
hurry
?
"
The
plane
backed
away
from
the
gate
.
The
flight
attendant
came
back
and
took
away
Shadow
’
s
beer
.
The
man
in
the
pale
suit
grinned
at
her
and
said
,
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
I
’
ll
hold
onto
this
tightly
,
"
and
she
let
him
keep
his
glass
of
Jack
Daniel
’
s
,
while
protesting
,
weakly
,
that
it
violated
airline
regulations
.
(
"
Let
me
be
the
judge
of
that
,
m
’
dear
.
"
)
"
Time
is
certainly
of
the
essence
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
But
no
.
I
was
merely
concerned
that
you
would
not
make
the
plane
.
"
"
That
was
kind
of
you
.
"
