Stigma
Chapter One
Calderon figured that, on this night, he had to be the only chauffeur at Los Angeles International Airport who was picking up a dying boy.
A TV monitor above one of the airport luggage carousels flashed, announcing the arrival of Flight 888 from Guatemala City. It was 6:18 P.M. The plane was a half hour late, but Calderon was on time and that's what mattered. He'd never been late for a job.
He slid a finger down the lapel of his coat and surveyed his black uniform. Not a stray crease, not a single mark or stain—the boy and his mother deserved at least that much. He ignored the stench of spent diesel from a bus passing behind him as he stood outside the glassed-in baggage claim area and watched for his passengers. Inside, a swarm of travelers sluiced down the escalator and streamed ar ... read full excerpt from Stigma ebook
