Warning

It took nearly an hour of frustrated starts and restarts, but finally Mindy started making headway on the information superhighway. TransAir was the single major airline dedicated to the Portland airport. She searched deeper and found detailed schedules of flights for the last week. The flights were listed with points of origin and destination, but no other details were given. Nearly two-dozen connecting flights came out of Bonnie Groom's airport in Florida alone. It was nearly impossible to find a name in all the technical clutter, numbers, and ticket information. There was, she discovered, a place where one could go to find flight logs, but those sites were for family members only. The information was stored in a secure location. Unfortunately, she would have to call Eric after all.

She stood and stretched her arms high over her head. She could not believe that nearly three hours had passed since she sat down against the headboard, with the computer on her lap. Somehow, cyberspace time was always faster than real time.

She went to work reconnecting the telephone so she could order lunch. Being a lover of all things greasy, she dialed up and requested a small pepperoni from a local pizzeria, then plopped down on the edge of the bed and looked over her notes from the interview with Bonnie. Once again, she stared at the name Matthew Fox. In fact, she had studied it so many times in the past couple of days that it was outlined in a heavy, repetitive square. Where have I seen that name before! The phone rang.