Bennie leaned forward in the backseat of the cruiser, where she was sitting with Grady, her purse in her lap. A long line of red taillights snaked ahead of them, and they were barely moving. “Can’t we go any faster?” she asked, through the metal grate.
“No. It’s the traffic and the weather.”
“Can’t we use the siren?”
“It’s not procedure. The plane isn’t going anywhere, and we don’t want to tip her off, either.”
“You got all the flights covered, right?”
“Yes. We know what we’re doing. Sit back and relax.”
Bennie tried to stay calm, and the traffic finally loosened. The cruiser broke free, accelerating as a minivan and an SUV cleared out of the fast lane.
Grady patted her arm. “We’re almost there. You feeling okay?”
“Fine.”
“How’s that hand? It looks kind of raw.”
“It’s fine.” Bennie boosted herself up in the seat. Just ahead, the bright lights of the airport cut through the rain, making a halo in the dark sky.
“Go, go, go,” she said under her breath.