The jetway was already in place by the time he'd gotten his carryon bag together. He was one of the last off, winning a smile from a flight attendant as he passed. She was attractive in the old natural way. He spotted no sign of alteration, neither in her slim but shapely body, nor in the color of her shoulder-length, ash-blond hair, nor in the gentle shape of her face and the unforgettable blue of the eyes. And she was young, enough so that he was aware of it. Because she'd been so attentive during the flight, he decided not to inflict Eric Sieboldt on her. He smiled back.