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asked.
    She shook her head. “No, I didn’t know her. We had a sales training scheduled, but the presenter never showed up. We had almost thirty people booked for the training there.”
    I flashed her a perplexed look. “There? You don’t do the trainings here?”
    She shook her head. “No. We book out a conference room over at the Helix hotel. It’s where we do all of our sales trainings.”
    “Was someone from the office supposed to pick the woman up at the airport?” I asked.
    “No, no. We send our trainees to the hotel. They send the trainer. That’s the extent of our relationship.”
    “Just to be clear, no one from your company had any direct contact with Sarah McMillian?” Hank asked.
    She shook her head again. “Sorry, no. The company that we booked the sales trainer through was out of Chicago. I gave them the date I needed, the location, and what time we would like to start the training. They gave me the name of the trainer they would be sending. That was it.”
    We ran more questions past her before we wrapped up the interview. She seemed truthful about the fact that she didn’t know and had never met the woman. However, the fact remained that someone had known what company she was there to do the training for and dumped her at their building. We thanked her for her time and headed back to the station.

Chapter 9
    Hank’s phone rang on our way back. The head of security at the airport was ready for us. We parked in the structure and navigated our way through the airport. We made our way to the TSA’s security office on the second level and walked in. An obese man in his midfifties was holding down the front counter. He wore a blue long-sleeved collared shirt and a black tie. A TSA badge sat clipped to his breast pocket. Sewn insignias decorated his shoulders. His name badge read Bates. We approached.
    “Can I help you?” he asked.
    “Lieutenant Kane and Sergeant Rawlings to see Nick Waterman.”
    “One moment.” He stood and waddled toward the back. Bates poked his head into one of the offices at the end of the hall.
    Waterman appeared and walked toward us. Over a year had passed since I’d seen him last. He was a touch heavier, and his hair was grayer than I remembered. He was a good friend of the TPD. Waterman worked a lot with our drug task force. He was our eyes and ears at the airport. His position didn’t require the standard TSA uniform. He wore a dark-gray suit and a blue tie.
    “Gentlemen.”
    I reached out for a handshake. “Hey, Nick.”
    A handshake with Hank followed.
    “So we need to find a certain woman on video, I understand?”
    I nodded. “We have a name, flight number, and description. Can we work with that?”
    “Should be all we need. Let’s head back to the surveillance room.” He turned and gave us a wave over his shoulder. “Follow me back.”
    Down the hall and to the left, we walked into the airport’s surveillance center, a long rectangular room with a wall of forty-two-inch monitors, all displaying different camera views. Each of the six agents monitoring the screens had a work area with three more monitors. We followed him to an empty station at the back of the room.
    Waterman took a seat. “This is going to be us here.”
    Hank and I pulled over two free chairs and sat.
    Waterman punched away at the keyboard to access the system. “What’s the name, date, flight number?”
    “Sarah McMillian.” I pulled my notepad from my pocket and flipped to where I’d entered the information from her itinerary. “Flight 1187, Sunday night.”
    He plugged it into the computer. “I’m going to bring up the video from the gate and see if we can spot her coming off of the flight. From there, we can follow her through the airport.”
    “You can do that?” Hank asked.
    Waterman nodded in confirmation. “We have cameras everywhere. We don’t miss a thing. Here we go. The flight came in at 9:03 p.m. Do you know what her seat number was? I should be able to get us a