"I'm sorry, but all of our Mustangs have been rented already," the
woman at the rental counter replied to Tom's query as she continued
typing in her computer.

	"Damn, what else have you got?" 

	Cassy shook her head as she watched her ex-husband talk with the
employee from the only rental agency in the airport.  Tom had insisted on
making all of the arrangements.  They had been standing there for almost
half an hour because Tom wanted to pick and chose what type of vehicle he
wanted.

	"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that there's some kind of
convention going on. There aren't that many choices left," the woman
replied, exasperated.

	Cassy spoke up exasperated, "Just give us a car.  Any car that is
left and is in good working condition."  

	"All of our cars are in good working condition," the woman replied
frostily.  She had lost her patience a good ten minutes ago.  She typed
in her computer and gave them the most expensive car that was left in the
lot.  She shoved the paperwork towards Tom as she went off to get the
keys.

	"What's wrong with her?" Tom asked idly as he signed the papers.

	Cassy didn't have a chance to reply. The woman was back, "Here you
go, it's parked in space 211.  Have a nice day."

	"Sure, you too," Tom replied. He picked up the key from her and
went to get his bags.  Cassy was already out of the door.  He sighed to
himself.  She had always been impatient.  Then he admitted to himself why
he just caused that woman so much trouble. He didn't really  have to drive
a certain car.  It was just something to delay his meeting with Detective
Peter Caine.  God, what should he say when he met him?  What did that guy
look like?  Would there be any family resemblence?  What if the detective
asked for proof?  All he had was the word of his dad that this Damon Caine
was his father and a jade pendant symbolizing their love.  He glanced at
his watch. Shit, the appointment he made was in twenty minutes.  No time
to stop at the hotel to straighten up.  They'd have to go directly to the
101st precinct.

	He heard the thump of Cassy's bags as he glanced back up again.
She had found space 211.  And the dark colored Stealth parked in it looked
to be worth every penny he had just forked over.  He grinned.  He'd always
wanted to drive one of these.