He moved toward the main concourse, but once clear of the customs area, veered off into an adjoining corridor. An airport page mispronounced his mother's maiden name and he laughed. He wondered how much like her this other person was. Out in front of the terminal, he hailed a cab, which he took to one of the remote parking lots. An untraceable credstick paid for a drab car he'd left parked there months ago.