King's Ransom: (Tall, Dark and Dangerous Book 13) by Suzanne Brockmann

Author:Suzanne Brockmann [Brockmann, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Suzanne Brockmann Books
Published: 2020-12-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Wednesday

“What’s the deputy’s plan if Ted tries to jump the fence?” Rio asked as Dave rejoined him on the tarmac.

Dawn was starting to lighten the sky in the east—they’d been waiting that freaking long.

But now the Ustanzian jet was finally—finally—approaching the airstrip for a landing, and they were outside the hangar, awaiting the prince’s arrival.

If it was Rio who’d essentially stolen a plane to go after his girlfriend who was in danger, instead of taxiing to the hangar, he’d pull the jet toward the end of the runway, pop open the door, jump out, and make a break for the forest on the other side of the chain-link barrier.

“She says the fence is electrified, and the tower reminded him about that,” Dave reported. “Repeatedly.”

“So, we expect him to just surrender?” That didn’t make sense.

“The deputy said he’s been both compliant and apologetic,” Dave said. “She told me that the prince told the tower that he’ll come out of the plane with his hands up. He doesn’t want to get shot. And he really doesn’t want to get shot down.”

The plane landed then, with a roar and a squeal of tires, and Rio looked back toward the parking lot where they’d left their SUV. “Maybe I should’ve stayed with the car.” Another seven hours of delay, driving to freaking Burlington and back, was bad enough. If they had to spend one minute more than that tracking this mofo down...

But after braking, the plane turned toward the hangar and, jet engines still whining, rolled obediently toward them.

Something was seriously wrong with all of this. Why steal a plane only to chicken out when you land?

And okay, sure. The fighter jet escort had surely been intimidating, and it was still up there, circling, to make sure the Ustanzian jet stayed on the ground.

This tiny airfield had no boarding gates—only portable stairs on wheels. As the engines powered down, a team of workers trotted one of them out to meet the jet and the door opened.

And there he stood. The goddamn Crown Prince of Ustanzia with his trademark navy-blue winter coat, vaguely reminiscent of the Beatles Sgt. Pepper phase, his black skinny jeans, and his long, dark, wavy hair...

Wait a minute. This guy on the stairs had the trademark flowing locks, but his hair was blond.

“That’s not Prince Tedric,” Rio announced, and immediately ran for the SAT phone in the SUV. “Check the plane,” he shouted back at Dave. “Make sure the prince isn’t hiding in there somewhere.”

But he knew in his gut that the prince probably wasn’t—and why this whole situation had been bugging him so damn badly.

There was no doubt about it—this smelled of diversion. Of trickery. Of total goatfuckery. Ted had given some friend or underling his jacket and an order to fly to this airfield to distract and divert anyone following, while he, what...? If it were Rio, he’d be approaching the burned out ski lodge far more covertly, by land.

Yeah.

This was, without a doubt, a complete disaster; a total clusterfuck of a waste of their time.

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