The cab pulled up outside the airport and Avie looked out the window. She handed the driver a couple of bills, then got out of the car, ducking slightly as she stumbled on the curb.
She hitched her bag higher on her shoulder, then walked into the airport.
After checking in and sorting herself out, she went to wait for her flight, drumming her fingers absently on her knee. Pretty soon, her flight was called and she boarded swiftly, impatient to leave everything behind and to finally be alone.
Hopefully Taylor's annoying spies wouldn't get back to him until it was way too late. And she'd be gone by the time he was on his way anyway.
Once they were in the air, Avie slipped her iPod on and reclined her chair a bit.
She may as well get comfortable. She had a long flight ahead of her.