Bob closed his eyes and sank back into his bench seat as the two men sat in anxious abatement, hoping that they had done enough to convince him. Their hearts sank slowly as the airport’s traffic control tower loomed ahead in the distance. As the driver maneuvered the vehicle across the numerous lanes of the highway toward their final exit, Bob looked up and addressed the men sitting before him.

“Boys, as I’m sure Jack mentioned to you, I am far from an imaginative man. I believe in death and taxes because I see and feel them each and every day, but I believe in little else. What you are telling me is absolutely absurd.”

Tim felt the strength seep out of him as the car bounded toward the drop-off point for international departures. It came to a stop outside of the airport entr...

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