‘OK.’ Bosch continued playing with the communicator.
Looking at the endless blue of the ocean in the window, her eyes not setting on anything, Elena noticed Bosch returning to his seat.
‘Bosch, I'm sorry, may I ask you for advice, please. Do you mind?’
‘Come on.’
‘I didn't order a transfer to the hotel. I thought I'd get there on my own. Can you tell me the best way to get to Baltimore from the airport?’
‘I can. It will be better and faster on the shuttle. 5 minutes on the road.’
‘Oh, I see. That’s great. I booked a room in a hotel in the city center, on the Patapsco. The station is in the center of the city. Do I get it right, Bosch?’
‘Yes, as far as I remember.’
‘Yeah. And that is just what I do. I'll take your advice and go by shuttle. Thanks, Bosch.’
‘Anyway, I live there nearby. I can give you a lift to the hotel.’
‘Oh, come on, Bosch. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I don't want to be a burden.’
‘I wouldn't offer it if you were a burden.’ Bosch was looking at Elena with the same blank or perhaps a little bit stiff expression on his face.
‘I'd really appreciate it, Bosch.’
‘OK.’
Elena came up to the automated security and customs control desks, where she had to answer a number of standard questions:
‘What is the purpose of your visit to the United States of America?’
‘Tourism.’
‘Please give some details on the specific purpose of your visit.’
‘I am planning to visit a number of historical sites related to Edgar Poe’s life in Baltimore—this is my main goal. And, of course, my program includes a trip to Washington. I hope to see all the iconic sights in the capital, from the White House to the National Gallery of Arts.’
‘How long are you planning to stay in the U.S.?’
‘One week. I have a return ticket for Friday, end next week.’
The frame around the perimeter of the rack lit up green,
‘Welcome to the U.S. You may pass on.’
Elena noticed a tall black man in a silver jacket in the airport lounge.
‘I started worrying that you'd changed your mind, Bosch. You have such a remarkable appearance, it helps.’ Elena looked at the braids. ‘You are very tall. One can easily find you in such a crowd.’
‘Can we make it less formal. Eh?’
‘Good. I'm for it,’ Elena smiled. ‘Could we have lunch together? I'm a little hungry. And you?’
‘OK.’
‘Are you in no hurry now?’