Charley's place and headed for the airport. Stopping at a candy store, he picked up an expensive box of chocolates and had it gift wrapped. When he arrived at the airport, he went inside and proceeded toward the ticket counter. He spotted Patti as she left the work area and headed down the passage way.
"Patti,” he called, jogging to catch up.
She turned and smiled. “Hello, Hawkman. What are you doing here today?"
"You're not going to believe this, but I need another favor."
Throwing back her head, she laughed. “Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Am I keeping you from a meeting or something?"
"No, I'm on a break. Thought I'd go get a cup of coffee and a roll. Want to join me?"
"Only if I can treat you."
"Sounds good."
They settled at a small round table in the coffee shop. He placed the wrapped gift in front of her. “I really appreciate what you've done so far."
"Oh, thank you. But you didn't have to get me anything."
"I know. But you refuse to let me pay you."
She wrinkled her nose. “If I ever got caught giving out information without a court order, I could be in big trouble with my superiors."
He raised his hand and crossed his heart. “They'll never hear your name from my lips."
"Okay, so what do you need now?” she asked, cutting her roll with a fork.
"Are you working Monday night?"
She rolled her eyes. “I work every night."
"That's good.” Then he smiled. “Well, for me. But maybe not for you."
"So what do want me to check this time?"
"I want you to see if there's a flight reservation into Medford for Shirley Ann Nolan on Monday or early Tuesday morning. And while you're looking, see if she has a return trip scheduled."
She grimaced. “That's the same woman you had me check on before."
"That's right. However, there's a chance she might use the name Jasmine Louise Gray or Jamey Schyler. Or she could come incognito as a young male. Is there some way you could tell if a man or a woman arrived from South America?"
"Sure. The ticket should have all that information imprinted on it, even if they changed planes in Los Angeles or San Francisco.” She glanced at him with wide eyes. “You mean she could even try to disguise herself to look like a man?"
"I wouldn't put it past her."
"Boy, this gal must be something else. Tell me, why are you so interested in this woman's comings and goings?"
"It's a long story, but it boils down to the fact that her life could be in danger."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Patti dropped her fork on the table with a clatter and stared wide-eyed at Hawkman. “You mean someone's out to kill her!” After her loud response, she quickly glanced around the room at the turned heads. Picking up her napkin, she dabbed her lips and in a muffled voice apologized. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be so loud. It just shocked me.” She picked up her utensil and, fighting for composure, forced a smile. “That sounds like quite a book. Remind me to read it so I can find out the ending."
People chuckled and continued their conversations.
Hawkman grinned and leaned forward. “You're a fast thinker."
She blushed. “Thanks. But what makes you believe she might be murdered?” she asked in a softer voice.
"I can't say for sure it's that extreme, but there's a definite threat. That's why I need to know when she arrives and her time of departure. I figure she'll only be here for one day. If you can help me narrow those hours, then I might be able to prevent something from happening."
Patti nodded. “You can count on me."
He wrote on the back of one of his business cards and handed it to her. “This is my cell phone number. Contact me anytime day or night. I always have it with me."
"I'll call the minute I learn anything."
Hawkman stood. “I'll leave so you can finish your break in peace. Thanks so much for doing this."
He left the airport and drove into town. Swinging by Curly's bar, he circled behind the building and recognized Hopkin's car parked in the alley. Satisfied the man
"Patti,” he called, jogging to catch up.
She turned and smiled. “Hello, Hawkman. What are you doing here today?"
"You're not going to believe this, but I need another favor."
Throwing back her head, she laughed. “Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Am I keeping you from a meeting or something?"
"No, I'm on a break. Thought I'd go get a cup of coffee and a roll. Want to join me?"
"Only if I can treat you."
"Sounds good."
They settled at a small round table in the coffee shop. He placed the wrapped gift in front of her. “I really appreciate what you've done so far."
"Oh, thank you. But you didn't have to get me anything."
"I know. But you refuse to let me pay you."
She wrinkled her nose. “If I ever got caught giving out information without a court order, I could be in big trouble with my superiors."
He raised his hand and crossed his heart. “They'll never hear your name from my lips."
"Okay, so what do you need now?” she asked, cutting her roll with a fork.
"Are you working Monday night?"
She rolled her eyes. “I work every night."
"That's good.” Then he smiled. “Well, for me. But maybe not for you."
"So what do want me to check this time?"
"I want you to see if there's a flight reservation into Medford for Shirley Ann Nolan on Monday or early Tuesday morning. And while you're looking, see if she has a return trip scheduled."
She grimaced. “That's the same woman you had me check on before."
"That's right. However, there's a chance she might use the name Jasmine Louise Gray or Jamey Schyler. Or she could come incognito as a young male. Is there some way you could tell if a man or a woman arrived from South America?"
"Sure. The ticket should have all that information imprinted on it, even if they changed planes in Los Angeles or San Francisco.” She glanced at him with wide eyes. “You mean she could even try to disguise herself to look like a man?"
"I wouldn't put it past her."
"Boy, this gal must be something else. Tell me, why are you so interested in this woman's comings and goings?"
"It's a long story, but it boils down to the fact that her life could be in danger."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Patti dropped her fork on the table with a clatter and stared wide-eyed at Hawkman. “You mean someone's out to kill her!” After her loud response, she quickly glanced around the room at the turned heads. Picking up her napkin, she dabbed her lips and in a muffled voice apologized. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be so loud. It just shocked me.” She picked up her utensil and, fighting for composure, forced a smile. “That sounds like quite a book. Remind me to read it so I can find out the ending."
People chuckled and continued their conversations.
Hawkman grinned and leaned forward. “You're a fast thinker."
She blushed. “Thanks. But what makes you believe she might be murdered?” she asked in a softer voice.
"I can't say for sure it's that extreme, but there's a definite threat. That's why I need to know when she arrives and her time of departure. I figure she'll only be here for one day. If you can help me narrow those hours, then I might be able to prevent something from happening."
Patti nodded. “You can count on me."
He wrote on the back of one of his business cards and handed it to her. “This is my cell phone number. Contact me anytime day or night. I always have it with me."
"I'll call the minute I learn anything."
Hawkman stood. “I'll leave so you can finish your break in peace. Thanks so much for doing this."
He left the airport and drove into town. Swinging by Curly's bar, he circled behind the building and recognized Hopkin's car parked in the alley. Satisfied the man
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