They knew I was coming

(Photo by your humble blogkeeper)

That's from Terminal B at Newark International Airport, and this is not that airport's first mention in connection with international crime fiction.

Stuart Neville's novel Collusion brings Gerry Fegan to Newark Airport after a hair-raising escape from Manhattan. After dodging and dealing death, Fegan stops at an airport restaurant, orders a sandwich, and wonders why the hell Americans put cheese on everything. That's just one more reason to like Neville.

© Peter Rozovsky 2011