Nora felt that her IQ had dropped considerably in the last few weeks. She'd never been a very bright bulb to begin with, but now it was going down further and further. Why did she assume that she would know their destination when they reached the airport? She knew Demetri was super-rich, so she should have remembered that he would not travel on a commercial airliner.
The early morning sun bathed the airport tarmac in a warm golden glow, and Nora was momentarily distracted by the sight of the gleaming aircraft with the Frost Long etched on its tail. The sleek, silver plane gleamed like the symbol of luxury and privilege that it was. She noticed a few people standing at the bottom and thought that they were the flight crew. She, who had never been on an airplane before, felt that this was an entirely different world.
