Lassiter was ready to strangle the unobservant airline employee. Yes, they saw hundreds, maybe thousands of people, but how could you forget seeing a man with two others in wheelchairs? He needed coffee and was even willing to pay the outrageous price they were asking.
"Aside from the wheelchairs, they were gor-geous!" The guy smiled.
If there was an extra spring in her step like she was restraining herself from skipping, he wasn't going to say anything.
Gus was a bundle of nerves. Peter had tried to keep him occupied during the flight, asking about their cases. It had helped somewhat, but now that they were back on the ground, reality reasserted itself.
Once through the gate, Peter stepped aside to check his voice mails. Diana and Jones had narrowed down some names, apparently with some help from Mozzie.
"Oh, sorry. Agent Peter Burke, Detectives Lassiter and O'Hara," Gus said belatedly. He was still in shock. Shawn is at the station. That means no hospital was needed which is good. It won't hurt as much when I smack him.
Gus cracked a smile. "Best I could do was go along and run interference." He did feel better about his part in this whole thing. If he hadn't been asleep, Shawn would have snuck out when he was in the bathroom.
"This case in New York from 2005, are you sure Ridley's connected?" asked Peter.
"If he knows that job went south because of Shawn, this revenge thing could include him too." Gus was worried as to what that would mean now.
"Maybe he wants to out him as a fake," Lassiter said in a tone that he was amused at the prospect.
Deep in his gut, Gus had a feeling that was probably it.