Terran Realm Vol 1-6 by Dee Bonnie & Barrack Jeanne & Morgan Rae & Ramsay Keira

Author:Dee, Bonnie & Barrack, Jeanne & Morgan, Rae & Ramsay, Keira [Dee, Bonnie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

1st May—Morning

“There! Turn left there, Gortham.”

Nolen heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, to be that much closer to escape. The secluded airfield was just large enough for a runway able to accommodate a small, private jet. He could have selected one closer to Carrigclarseach, but its very distance suited his plans better.

He turned to Gortham. “Well, don’t sit there. Unload those crates and check the plane. I’ll speak with O’Reilly and tell him we’re here.”

Gortham watched Nolen as he took his satchel and entered the small office. He hadn’t let that bag out of his hands since they’d left the manor house. No matter. Let the old fart cling to his magical geegaws. Soon, they wouldn’t do him any good.

He didn’t have much time. He pushed the front seat all the way back, revealing a clear, glass vial in the depression underneath it. Ah, there was his ticket to freedom from Nolen. As soon as they landed in Birmingham, he’d load up the dogs in the van he’d left in long-term parking and leave the bastard dead as that bitch-in-heat, Mrs. Scathan.

He broke open the vial of poison and poured it into Nolen’s thermos. Within minutes of drinking it, he’d be stiff and cold. Now to get the dogs.

“Ah, my lads, soon, you’ll have your fill of any furry bitch you want and I’ll have my fill of any pussy.” He crooned to them as he checked the false bottoms of their crates to make sure the heroin he’d stashed was undisturbed. All was in order.

Moving quicker now, he loaded up the crates in the plane’s luggage area and secured them. He tossed in his bags and Nolen’s trunks and suitcase and battened them down.

He went through the checklist quickly and efficiently. The use of a private airfield and Nolen’s jet were the main reasons he hadn’t killed him yet. He needed Nolen’s authority one last time.

The pompous bastard never cared what he did in his off hours. He’d spent the past ten years of his free time establishing ties with the European drug trade. With his pilot’s training and immediate accessibility to the plane, he’d been able to offer the safest way out of Europe for some of the major drug lords. With Nolen completely out of the way, and the two million pounds for this last haul, he’d be set for life.

He checked his watch.

Where the hell was Nolen? Ah, there he was, taking his own sweet time as usual, then probably swearing at him if they were late.

He couldn’t wait until the swine was dead.

“Have you checked everything, Gortham? I don’t want any slip-ups now.”

Gortham didn’t turn around. He wasn’t sure if he could maintain his calm if he had to look one more time at the bastard’s face.

“Aye, everything’s in order, sir. Your tea is nice and hot in your thermos just the way you like it. I left it in the galley.”

“Very good. I’ll take it to my seat to drink while you get the plane flying.

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