The plane jolted when the tires hit the runway. I looked out my rain streaked window at the all too familiar airport of Baltimore MD, and quietly sighed to myself. I didn't have to say anything; Logan already knew what was on my mind and kept looking in the opposite direction, across the aisle where Tristan and John sat. Guilty conscience
As soon as the pilot gave the all clear to exit the plane, Logan stood up to retrieve our luggage from the overhead compartment. Of course, the only things Logan needed were a few pairs of spiffy suits. I sighed again, envious that he could pack so simply. Logan raised an eyebrow at me. Yeah-yeah, I know.
Logan chuckled and helped me from my seat. Tristan and John followed behind as we exited the plane to the airport terminal. Silently we walked to a limo parked in front of the airport. Standing beside it was a tall, very pale, man holding a sign that read 'Vise.' The man was wearing a tuxedo better suited for a black tie event with his short bl