He was using tickets Genifer had arranged, riding a Can-American commuter flight into Balt-Wash Airport. Like the leave, the pre-paid tickets were a fait accompli. Genifer’s style. She knew he would have preferred a military transport into Andrews, just as she knew he wouldn’t arrange the military flight anyway and pocket the price of the tickets. They knew each other too well, which was why he was sure she’d be waiting when he deplaned.