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never know. Could be more, could be less. We’ll just have to wait and see.” He was thinking I would give him a better tip if he got me there before he’d said he would.
    I thanked him and turned back to Chris, going with the shortest time. “About half an hour. Will that work? Do you think I can make it?” I heard him sigh before he replied.
    “Maybe,” he said. “But if you’re any longer, you probably won’t. Maybe we should wait and take a later flight.”
    “No, I don’t want to do that. I want to get home.” I had to take the chance that I’d get there because I didn’t want to stay in Orlando another minute longer than necessary. “Listen, if I don’t make it, I’ll take a later flight and you guys can go ahead. It’s not what I want to do, but I still think I can make this flight, so let’s not change anything.”
    “Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean… I’d hate to leave you behind.”
    “If it happens, it happens… I’ll deal with it,” I said. “I’m sure there’s another flight later today that I can get on. Since you’ve already gone through security and the bags are checked onto the plane, you might as well go. Besides, I think I can still make it. So what Terminal and Gate should I go to?”
    “Have the cab take you to the A side of the Main Terminal. You’ll need to check in, but just do it curbside through a skycap. I think that will be faster. From there you’ll need to go to Airside Terminal One, and Gate Two. Got that?” he asked.
    “A side, Airside Terminal One and Gate Two,” I repeated. “Got it.”
    “Good. There wasn’t a long line at security when we got there, so you might be all right.”
    “Sure,” I said. “I’ll make it.”
    “I sure hope so.” He sighed. “So what happened? Why are you so late?”
    “It’s kind of a long story,” I hedged. “I had to take a detour and some things happened to delay me, but I’m okay now.”
    “Now?” His voice sounded anxious. “What does that mean? When weren’t you okay?”
    I tried to figure out how to respond with the cab driver listening to every word I said. He was pretty interested to know what had happened to me, especially since he’d seen the yellow crime-scene tape and heard on the radio that someone had been killed at the restaurant where he’d picked me up. Was I involved in that? Was that why I was so anxious to leave the city? The cops might be interested to know he’d taken me to the airport. Let’s see… A side, Terminal One, and Gate Two… he’d be sure to remember that.
    “Sounds good,” I said cheerfully. “I’ll see you soon and tell you all about it. Love you too! Bye!” I disconnected. Shame and remorse coursed through me. I had just hung up on my husband. Not good. That made me a bad wife. He was going to be so mad. But I didn’t have a choice! Not with the stupid cab driver listening to every word I said. Damn! I sent a quick text telling Chris I’d explain everything later and slipped the phone into my jeans pocket.
    “How close are we to the airport now?” I asked the cabbie.
    “Um… about half an hour. When does your flight leave?” He was thinking it would be good to know my destination as well.
    “If we’re there in half an hour, I’ve got plenty of time,” I answered. I wasn’t about to tell him anything, not after I had to hang up on Chris because of him. He was too nosey for his own good. What happened to people who didn’t want to get involved? Why couldn’t I have gotten a taxi driver like that?
    I silently fumed, feeling helpless as the seconds ticked by. I checked my phone, hoping Chris had replied to my text, but there were no new messages. I sent another one telling him I was almost there, hoping it was true. I perked up when signs for the airport came into sight. It couldn’t be too far away now. Five minutes later, my cab pulled into the exit for the airport. My phone chirped with a message from Chris. He said to hurry because they were