Hunches might not have been as dependable or definate as clairvoyance, but Heidi knew a good one when she had it.
Checking her watch as the cab with Claire inside pulled away from the curb, she penned down the cab number on the back of the receit in her pocket, and went about her duties. What had compelled Claire to make a break from the hotel remained to be seen, though a quick consultation with the message board revealed a second set of the Dire Circumstances of Sam. It was a theory, but her hunch hinted at something elsewhere.
After half an hour had passed, Heidi pulled the Los Angeles phone book from her room's desk drawer, and once assured that the boys were busy with Nathan, thumbed her way to the cab companies. From there, it was a short two minute's search for the name and emblem, and a quick check on where the hackie had loosed it's last cargo.
LAX. She checked her watch, requested a cab of her own, slipped on her shoes, and turned to the computer. Nathan could congratulate himself over trusting his elder daughter with a credit card of her own to not bankrupt him with, but beneath a great deal of things, Heidi was a banker, and she knew more of Nathan's passwords than Nathan did. A plane ticket had been purchased, and after some creative phone tag in the cab on the way to the airport, she confirmed Claire's destination.
It was just after Eleven PM when Heidi strolled past security, impromptu ticket purchase in hand--the last available flight to anywhere, she'd been informed--sauntered up to the brunette head in the otherwise empty boarding area, and settled into the seat beside her.
"So, you're leaving on a jetplane," She began casually, as if finding her husband's runaway daughter was a common and well-adjusted occurence; crossing her legs and tapping the ticket in her against her knee. "The important question is, do you know when you'll be back again?"