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"
No
,
"
Rachel
gasped
,
and
brushed
her
sweaty
hair
out
of
her
eyes
.
Her
heart
was
galloping
in
her
chest
.
"
Then
do
n't
wait
for
me
to
call
.
I
will
--
but
I
advise
you
to
run
very
fast
.
"
Rachel
did
n't
run
very
fast
--
she
was
no
longer
able
.
But
she
did
as
well
as
she
could
.
The
escalator
had
been
turned
off
for
the
night
,
and
she
pounded
up
the
stairs
,
tasting
copper
shavings
in
her
mouth
.
She
reached
the
security
checkpoint
and
almost
threw
the
tote
bag
at
the
startled
female
guard
,
then
waited
for
it
to
come
through
on
the
conveyor
belt
,
her
hands
clenching
and
unclenching
.
It
was
barely
out
of
the
X-ray
chamber
before
she
had
snatched
it
by
the
strap
and
ran
again
,
the
bag
flying
out
behind
her
and
then
banging
her
on
the
hip
.
She
looked
up
at
one
of
the
monitors
as
she
ran
.
FLIGHT
104
PORTLAND
SCHED
11:25
P
GATE
31
BOARDING
.
Gate
31
was
at
the
far
end
of
the
concourse
--
and
even
as
she
snatched
her
glance
at
the
monitor
,
BOARDING
in
steady
letters
changed
to
DEPARTING
,
blinking
rapidly
.
A
frustrated
cry
burst
from
her
.
She
ran
into
the
gate
area
just
in
time
to
see
the
gate
attendant
removing
the
strips
which
read
:
FLIGHT
104
BOSTON-PORTLAND
11:25
.
"
It
's
gone
?
"
she
asked
incredulously
.
"
It
's
really
gone
?
"
The
attendant
looked
at
her
sympathetically
.
"
It
rolled
out
of
the
jetway
at
11:40
.
I
'm
sorry
,
ma'am
.
You
made
a
helluva
good
try
,
if
that
's
any
consolation
.
"
He
pointed
out
the
wide
glass
windows
.
Rachel
could
see
a
big
727
with
Delta
markings
,
its
running
lights
Christmas-tree
bright
,
starting
its
takeoff
roll
.
