lights of the terminal. “We’re going to fly out of here?” she asked as they ran. “Yep.” “You’re a pilot?” Court gave a little shrug before answering. “Sure.” “I read your file.” “Who the hell hasn’t?” She had no idea what that meant, but she didn’t ask. Instead she said, “Your file didn’t say you were a pilot.” “Maybe you got the abridged version.” She did not press further.
