Thirty minutes until boarding and Trevor Kilkenny had his
eyes on the fellow seated on the other side of the waiting area. The guy's hair was cropped close,
high-and-tight. A polo shirt was snug across a hard chest and flat belly. A duffel in MARPAT camouflage was to his side. Trevor’s final point of observation: the man was in a wheelchair and had no legs.
Jenny looked up from her magazine, saw Trevor’s gaze locked
on, and followed his line of sight. “What is it, hon? Something the matter?”
she said. Trevor glanced to his wife, and tipped his head in the direction.
