Courtship (Broken Galaxy Book 1) by Phil Huddleston

Author:Phil Huddleston [Huddleston, Phil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Empress Hecate Publications, LLC
Published: 2020-03-05T16:00:00+00:00

THE NIDARIAN IDENTITY

Leaving Perry Barnes’ apartment, Jim drove to Tonopah. He and Bonnie had prepared another safe house there. For two nights he rested at Tonopah, gaining back his strength, waiting for Perry to complete the airplane purchase in Reno. He also picked up a fake ID, two matching credit cards, a satellite phone, and another hundred thousand dollars left at the safe house.

Now Jim approached the Carson City airport on U.S. 50, wondering if the Feds would be waiting for him. He had swapped the Tundra for an F150 at the Tonopah safe house. He was virtually certain he had not been followed.

How Bonnie had laughed at him, early on, when he described all the precautions he was taking. But Jim’s years as a mercenary in Africa had taught him how to be prepared…

Who’s laughing now, Bonnie? You said we’d never need all this stuff. Well, guess what…

Turning into the airport at Carson City as the late afternoon shadows fell, Jim drove slowly to a small hanger near the far southeast part of the field. Parking in front of the hanger, he got out, opened the door, and pushed it back.

Jim had kept a spare hanger at Carson City for years. At one time, back in his mercenary days, he had used it for storing weapons and ammunition, things he didn’t want lying around his home. More recently, after his mercenary days had ended, he used it to store aircraft parts and spare engines, and perhaps a few other things he didn’t want in his apartment if unexpected guests arrived.

And Jim had never used a credit card to pay for anything at Carson City; it was his safe place. Nothing about the hanger was in his name.

There was just enough room beside the piled aircraft engines, stacked aircraft pieces and other parts to pull the F150 into the hanger. He took a flight bag out of the truck, closed and locked the hanger door and started the long walk back toward the terminal.

It was cold, a brisk wind blowing off the mountains, and on the way a passing shower spat rain at him. But Jim had changed to a heavy parka, insulated jeans and insulated gloves. He was reasonably comfortable. Reaching the terminal, he went inside, found a seat in the pilot’s lounge, and got out his flight planning bag.

Two hours later, it was almost dark. Jim had completed his flight planning, walked down the street to grab an early dinner, and was back in the terminal. So far, he had seen nothing unusual - no sign he was followed, no sign of any Feds lurking around. But there was also no sign of Perry or the Long-EZ.

Getting a Coke from the machine, Jim returned to his seat just in time to see the Long-EZ touch down. It rolled to the nearest turnoff and taxied slowly toward the ramp. Jim went out of the terminal building and found a dark spot in the shadows, where he could watch without being seen.

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