Lethal Promise: Revenge is the only option (A Jack Jago Thriller Book 3) by Paul Stretton-Stephens

Author:Paul Stretton-Stephens [Stretton-Stephens, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pen of Paul Media
Published: 2019-07-21T16:00:00+00:00

They arrived at the seaplane terminal for the St Regis. Fi went into the guest lounge, while Jago stretched his legs, walking in and around the pontoons.

One pontoon was being guarded by an armed guard carrying a Pindad SS2 assault rifle. When Jago went to walk onto the pontoon, the guard blocked his path.

“Oh, is this a private pontoon?” asked Jago innocently.

“No, it’s just busy at the moment. Please walk somewhere else, sir.”

“Do we have a VIP or some other celebrity visiting us?”

“I’m afraid that I can’t comment. Please leave the area, sir.”

“Very well. I know when I’m not wanted.”

Jago sauntered along the walkways, maintaining sight of the guarded pontoon. And then he saw a small man, olive skinned and with a receding hairline. He must have been about fifty years of age. He walked slowly and deliberately, as if he had purpose but was comfortable in his surroundings. He had two men with him – one, who judging by his demeanour and body language, may have been a personal assistant, and the other plainly a bodyguard. They were heading for the guest lounge.

Jago slowly walked towards the lounge, maintaining a distance of around ten metres behind the bodyguard. The armed guard on the pontoon remained in his post, but moved a little closer to the seaplane.

In the lounge, Fi was making informal observations of the guests, many of whom had flown in on the same aircraft as she and Jago. Many were young couples, presumably on their honeymoons, and others were more mature. She walked the length of the windows in the lounge, looking out at the arriving cars on one side and the seaplanes arriving and leaving on the other. She noticed that one such seaplane bore a familiar insignia. Jago had described it before, having seen it in the dark and at speed on the runway in Geraldton. Today, in the bright sun, the insignia was evidently a wine goblet with a bee on its rim, and it featured on the tail of the plane.

Fi watched as a man entered the lounge with his slightly-built assistant and a bodyguard, who posted himself near the entrance. Jago entered shortly afterwards and met up with Fi. As he did so, he leaned over to her and pecked her on the cheek. He gently took her hand, and they spoke.

“I’d like to find out who that man is who entered just before I did.”

“I can tell you he flies in a plane with the same insignia as the one in Geraldton.”

“Oh, does he now?”

“Yes. You probably wouldn’t have seen the insignia on the tail from where you were, but from here it’s easier to spot. But why the bodyguard?”

“Yes, why indeed. Let’s find out. What would you like to drink?”

Fi picked up the drinks menu. “I think I’ll have tea, please.”

“Milk and sugar, dear?”

“No, just tea.”

“Okay, one tea coming up.”

Jago scanned the area for a member of staff and found the personal assistant from the pontoon placing an order at the bar.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.