After he'd seen Eddie's message that he was on the plane, Phobos had headed out and into town. He could be at the airport faster or just meet up with Eddie here. Either was easier than try and describe the way to the house by the swamp.
The Greek felt more upbeat than a couple of weeks ago. Somehow he'd managed to regain his balance or maybe resignation had taken over. Whatever it was, it was better than the feeling of being suffocated and strangled by invisible bonds.