Patrick followed the guy from the restroom. He tried to maintain his laid-back, casual pace despite wanting to hurry. He didn’t want to lose him in the crowd.

From the back he thought he recognized the Project Manager’s walk. Something about the shoulders, thrown back, chest out, almost like a soldier. Yeah, that was it. He kinda walked like a soldier, at attention, alert to everything and everyone around him. Even his head went from side to side, observing without stopping.

He wanted to be sure. He knew there were snipers, air marshals and agents, waiting. One word from him and they’d be swarming the place. He couldn’t say anything until he was absolutely sure. He didn’t want to screw up. Maggie was counting on him.

The guy went around the corner like he was getting on the escalator. Patrick waited a step or two, pretending to check his phone. He didn’t want to follow so close especially if they both got on the escalator. He’d backtrack around the other way. Maybe he could get a better look from the other side.

He turned to do just that and almost bumped into the guy.

“You forgot that I could recognize you, too,” he told Patrick, flashing him a smile as he pressed him against the wall of the escalator, pinning him in with a heavy, black Pullman.