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March 9th, 4:56 AM
Getting my bag checked-in was the easiest thing I'd done this morning.
Just an hour before I was struggling with my hair, my makeup, and on top
of these setbacks - I hated the shoes I was wearing with my Braxton skirt.
The Alaska counter agent was helpful, but this day was about to get worse.
I just realized I needed to get through the TSA gauntlet. How the hell
did this escape every part of planning for this trip? I had a sinking
feeling...
A perk of flying first class - a premium line to get through the security
check - this line was nearly empty, compared to the general screening
lines. I made my way to the TSA agent manning the podium and handed my
boarding pass and drivers license to the TSA pre-check agent. He looked
over the two, looked at me, passed my documents back, "Have a nice
flight..."
I should have been more panicked - but I was Xanax fortified - I had just
made it through the first hurdle. But why didn't he question my
appearance? I looked at my boarding pass, 'Edward Gallagher' - it matched
my driver's license, the one I was too poor to go through the legal
process of getting changed. Why didn't that register last night when I
checked in online? Yet another thing I totally spaced on, a detail, a
fact, lost in the swirl of crushing pressures of being me and agreeing to
assist in the search for Amber. My judgment was certainly clouded, my 'on
guard every waking second' lapsing at times I would have been in total
control - albeit panicked to the edge of my ability to function. When I
got back I would have to thank Kendal - or maybe she knew I would have a
problem with TSA ticketed as myself, Elizabeth Gallagher, and was trying
to make getting on the plane easier.
The next challenge, getting through a scan, a body scan. The body scan
was done twice. I wasn't aware their scans were programmed to the
standard genders. The first one was done for a female's anatomy. The TSA
agent at the scanner thought she saw a female, so that's how I was scanned
- unbeknownst to me. The TSA agent behind the computer screen reading the
scan flagged my original screening for obvious reasons. The female agent
was polite at the scanner, asked me if I was transgendered MTF. I nodded.
She spoke a code aloud, and then turned to me, "Let's try again Miss..."
Scan - passed. No strange looks, no alarm bells went off... I picked up
my purse from the other scanning process and made my way to the gate.
March 9th, 6:16 AM
Boarding began with the typical, "Those needing additional assistance..."
call. That was followed by all levels of mileage plan members and first
class passengers. I was ahead of the curve on this one though, and passed
on loading ahead of a fully booked flight. I didn't want to be sitting
there having every passenger pass by me and wondering about how I rated.
I guess I could have just boarded early and stared out the window or
something, but being next to last on the plane sure seemed an easier way
to get on with this show. When I got to my seat I barely got a look from
anyone in first class. I pushed my purse under the seat in front of me,
nodded 'No' to the offer of a beverage - I probably should have gotten a
water, buckled my seatbelt... The plane pulled back from the gate at 6:47
AM.
March 9th, 11:02 AM
My room was amazing, the entire property amazing - nothing short of being
a five star resort. I thought the hotel would be some old Holiday Inn
rebranded - happy that wasn't the case. The weather was in the mid-
seventies, pure sunshine and nothing like the rain I left behind in
Seattle this morning. I pulled things from my suitcase, hanging items,
and arranging shoes in the closet. I had the AC on and over the drone
there came a knock on my door. I froze for a moment, and then made my way
to the door. I looked out the peephole and saw a man in his early
forties, maybe late thirties. I did not recognize him and was about to
just walk away, "Elizabeth Gallagher, I'm Paul Kline, I work for Jacob
Wentz." There was a pause, "Janet Larson said I could meet you here."
Nervous energy pulsed through my veins as I opened the door, "I'm
Elizabeth..." and I felt foolish all of a sudden. He knew who I was or he
wouldn't be here - did he say he had talked to Janet? I stood in the
doorway as if we were going to have a long conversation here in the
hallway... Realizing how stupid I must look I stepped aside and he
stepped forward, offering his hand, which I shook tentatively.
"Nice to meet you, Janet and Jacob have high praise for you. I look
forward to working with you," he said as he made his way to the couch in
the anteroom of the suite.
I followed but had no idea what I should say. I hadn't even checked my
work email yet, had Janet emailed me about this meeting? I should have
logged into my work email account. I knew I hadn't missed any calls or
text messages since arriving. Paul must be the computer forensics
specialist - why didn't I ask Janet about this guy?
He was a nice looking man, maybe an inch taller than I was, and dressed
business casual - it sure seemed like he was going to be all business as
he was already pulling a laptop from his bag. Good, I was already
uncomfortable and not going to be the lead on this assignment. I wasn't
even sure what I was here to offer up anyway - I knew nothing about
computer stuff, I hoped he had some kind of plan. So much for getting a
power nap in before jumping into work - I guess that wasn't going to
happen. "I... I think the WiFi password is 'Scottsdale' and my room..."
"Yup, I'm staying here also - got here Monday. So, thought we could go
over some of the basic stuff - get you up to speed on what I've gotten
from her computer so far," he was pulling a portable drive from his bag
and plugging it in, "This is a copy of her hard drives - from both her
computers. I'm still running some scans on the laptop, to see if I can
recover things that have been deleted. Nothing much on her desktop unit,
but we can discuss that..."
I just watched, he was clicking and opening windows faster than I could
grasp on his laptop. "Can I get you something to drink? Is there
anything I can do?"
"No, I'm... Yeah, if you have water that would be good. Oh, and," he
pulled a stick from his bag, "if you can plug this into your TV we won't
have to crowd around this tiny screen..."
I took the stick and must have looked confused, "Plug it into..."
"If you can plug it into any of the HDMI slots, there are a couple on the
left side I think."
I did as requested, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. The hotel
entertainment menu was showing. I knew enough that the stick would be
accessible via one of the TV's aux connections from his computer. I found
a Google Chrome Cast listed on HDMI - 3. Paul looked up, then did
something and the screen went black. Five seconds passed and Facebook was
showing on the screen, Amber's Facebook - it was the first time I had seen
what she looked like...
"Think I could get that water?"
I literally jumped, his voice shocking me, like static electricity - I was
that focused on Amber's picture on the 42 inch TV screen. She was, so
much more female than I had expected for only being seventeen. I turned
reluctantly toward the full size kitchen and pulled a bottle of
'Complimentary' water from the refrigerator. I gave Paul the bottle, he
thanked me. When I looked at the TV it was in a split screen mode - her
Facebook account on top and some other computer language stuff was zipping
off the screen nearly as fast as it was displaying - 'For
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