“Holy fuck!” I shouted to myself as I got out into the cold. The first-morning breeze shot through my coat and clothes like a lance. I rushed toward the rental vehicle and slammed the door closed behind me. “Damn, it’s fucking cold!”
Samantha had picked out the rental vehicle. Yesterday I picked it up. I was surprised that she had picked a large sports utility vehicle. It had more than enough room for just the two of us plus our luggage. I plugged in the address that she gave me into the onboard navigation. “Twenty minutes,” I nodded. “Not bad.”
When I pulled up to the security gate, I wasn’t surprised to see the guard inside still asleep. I lightly pressed on the horn.
“Who is expecting you?” the young man asked.
“Samantha Kolesky,” I said, reading the name. “She said she put me on a list?”
The guard scrolled through the names on his computer screen. “I.D.?” he said, holding out his hand. I showed him my Identification. “Do you know the way?”
“Yeah,” I smiled, pointing to the navigation.