And then the Jetway doors were empty. One of the gate agents peered in to see if anyone else would be deplaning, but that seemed to be it. There was a rush of movement around the gate as passengers waiting to board the plane started to jockey for position.
Shawn was surprised to discover how relieved he felt. After all, the mere fact that Gus wasn’t on this plane didn’t mean there wasn’t something seriously wrong. He could have used a different calculus to choose his flight. Or Shawn could have been completely wrong and Gus could be hailing a cab outside the Las Vegas airport right now. Or Gus could have gotten sick of trying to outgame Shawn’s thought process and driven up north.
Whatever the explanation for Gus’ failure to deplane from this flight, the underlying problem, whatever it might be, would still be there once Shawn got home. And worse, Shawn would have blown his best shot to figure out what it was.
Intellectually he knew that was all true. But he didn’t care. Gus wasn’t here, which meant that Gus was not betraying him. At least not in the manner that he’d suspected. There would probably be plenty of things to feel terrible about, but they would come later. For the moment he could relax.
Shawn scrawled his name across the bottom of the credit card slip the waitress must have placed on the table while he was staring across the terminal and stood up. He was going to make that flight home after all.
He was halfway out of the restaurant when he noticed one of the gate agents rushing down gate one’s Jetway. He didn’t want to wait to find out what was going on. His departure gate was at least half a mile away and it was going to start boarding soon. But something made him stay, frozen, staring at the doors.