A voice behind Riley made him stiffen, his hand pausing on the door lock. While he didn’t know the man, he could easily put that gravelly tone to the face he’d been dreading running into the entire flight.
Riley was fully aware of who the man was. When he’d caught the giant trailing his every move at the terminal, Riley had taken matters into his own hands. A quick, innocent seeming brush and a swipe of his hands had seen him lifting the guy’s credit card. After that it was a simple matter of sitting down in one of the cafes, pulling out his laptop and hitting the internet with the name Reese Kalama. Google didn’t bring up much but Riley was used to that and after half a latte he’d confirmed his suspicions. The giant wasn’t watching him because of his pretty face; the fucker was a bounty hunter.
Riley had been tempted to skip the flight, but all his worldly belongings and cash were in his suitcase, already on board. San José was a big city, the sort where you could disappear at the drop of a hat and so it was with that in mind that Riley decided to take his chances.
When the plane had gone down, despite fearing for his life, there was a part of Riley that had been just a little relieved. Not landing in a guarded airport was bound to make going on the lam easier.
“No,” Riley said flatly. He didn’t turn around or even look over his shoulder, though all his senses were on high alert. “I’m trying to help. Figured that there should be a transmitter radio in there somewhere.” He smiled dryly to himself. “I’m real good at fixin’ things…”