ABSTRACT
The minutes ticked away. With his hands clenched tight, knuckles white from the pressure, Goodman waited. The wall clock read 10:46, 10:47, 10:48. Around him the terminal was busding. Cheerful music played in the background; 10:49,10:50. People smiled, laughed. Everyone was in a good m ood this morning. Even the airport police seemed less austere; 10:51, 10:52. Still no Richter.
