PJ got a puddle-jumper flight to Dayton. It was a noisy prop plane that made two stops on what would otherwise have been a short flight. By the time she got into Dayton Municipal Airport, it was almost two in the afternoon. The three segments of her flight had each been too short to serve any lunch, so even the food in the vending machines looked good.
          She was met outside the security gate by an officer of the Dayton Police Department, Robert-call-me-Rob Winnings. He was younger than Anita and all smiles. She found it hard to take him seriously and hoped that she might find an opportunity to dump him. It was nice getting a ride from the airport, though, and at least the vehicle was unmarked. The subtlety Wall had promised was getting off to a fair start. 
          She asked Rob to stop for lunch, so he went through the drive-up lane of a McDonald's on the busy strip near the airport. She had noticed the signs for the Wright Brothers Memorial and the Air Force Museum and wished it had been possible to bring Thomas on the trip. She could have dropped him off and he would have been happily occupied all day. But it certainly wasn’t a vacation, and the purpose of her trip was deadly serious.
          The drive in on Interstate 75 was uneventful. She balanced her Quarter Pounder in its wrapper on her lap, and shared her fries with the driver. Further in, Rob pointed out other sights ...