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“Mister Figaro, where are you?” Lisa Prentice muttered anxiously under her breath. Her gaze flicked from face to face in the busy airport terminal. No one looked familiar.
She checked her watch. Her plane had arrived right on time—actually, several minutes late. So why wasn’t he here? Indecision swamped her. Should she hurry to the luggage claim area, pick up her bags, and call a cab? Or stay put? She remembered what Ed Figaro had written —
“On June 4, I’ll meet you in the United Airlines terminal at the Wicker City, California airport. Dr. Woodstock is happy you’ve accepted the job offer and sends his regrets he cannot meet you himself. Please find your flight ticket and travel itinerary enclosed. In the event you don’t remember what I look like, I’ll be wearing a red wind-breaker with the Jessell and Stern Circus insignia.”