In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

Ula's door for Ramón, let him know I'll be gone for a while, so he can
keep an eye on things." She drained her thimble and slid out into the
hall where the super stood over a very sleepy Bobby fumbling with the
drill on the doorframe.
"Hi Ramón, not wasting any time, huh? I'm going off for a
while. Think you could keep an eye on things?"
"Are you going to look for Señorita Nova with Señor Tivoglio?
He has located her?"
"Not yet. Just hope she's okay, wherever she is.”
"I have the Paris number, if anything comes up. Is there
anything else I can do?" Ramón said, squinting through his cloud of
smoke.
"Thanks, you've been great, you couldn't blow through this
door with a bazooka!"
Holding the drill like a phaser gun, Bobby beamed at Penny
through his safety goggles. Penny gave old Ramón a big hug and he
smiled his tragic smile, wishing her "buen viaje."
Alessandro waited for her at the elevator under the fritzing
fluorescent. In his designer get-up he looked ready to transdimensionally
vaporize with her to the outer galaxies.
He flashed a big white crescent at Rodriguez, who saluted back
and said, "Buen viaje Señor Tivoglio!"
"Eh, muchas gracias, Ramón," Alessandro answered, a frenzied,
abysmal look in his eyes.
That's when the Moment of Panic hit her. Intellectual property
was pretty much obsolete, right? She was traveling halfway around the
planet with this character for what, exactly?
They jumped out of the taxi at JFK and ran through the
revolving door into the Air France terminal.
He stuck his hand out. "Your passport." Too out of breath
from keeping up with his long stride, she gave it to him.
Only when the pertly uniformed desk clerk handed them their
boarding passes tucked neatly inside their passports did Penny realize
they were not going economy class. Her eyes met his and there was that
smirk again.
"Concorde, we get there faster. You will love the sound. It is -
extremely low."
They breezed past the airport security troops to the rubber
gloved customs. This gang barely looked at the X ray monitors when
the three bags rumbled through the conveyor belt, but gave them the
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