The Zombie Deception by Marvin Wolf

Author:Marvin Wolf [Wolf, Marvin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rambam Press
Published: 2021-01-11T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 52

By 0945 hours Will had signed for $7200 in hundred-dollar notes, changed into a flight suit, and conducted a thorough pre-flight inspection of his Lakota. After a quick phone conversation with the weather wizards, he lifted off from Cairn Field, climbed to 6,500 feet, and set his course for 350 degrees magnetic. About 40 minutes later, approaching Montgomery’s eastern suburbs, he notified the civilian airport tower and was directed to descend to 1,500 feet as he flew across that airport’s landing traffic pattern.

Will did much the same half an hour later while threading his way through Birmingham’s airspace. A little past noon, he set down on a visitor’s pad at Redstone Army Airfield, just west of Huntsville. After a quick stop in the terminal restroom to shed his flight suit and don a suit, dress shirt, and tie, he summoned an Uber car.

At 1244 hours he was buzzed into the Secret Service Field Office in a nondescript downtown office building. A pretty, dark-haired woman of perhaps fifty was behind the reception desk. She swallowed the mouthful of tuna salad that she was chewing and smiled at Will.

“Can I help you?” she said.

“Special Agent Spaulding, Army CID,” he said, holding up his badge in one hand and his credentials in the other.

“My God, your boss called only a half hour ago. Do you people have a Gulfstream or something?”

Will laughed. “No, ma’am. Fort Rucker is the Army’s center for helicopter warfare. We have hundreds of helicopters, all sizes, but no Gulfstream jets that I’m aware of. I came up in a helicopter that cruises at a little over 130 knots, or close to 150 miles per hour. It’s a two-hour flight to Redstone Field and a twenty-minute cab ride here.”

The woman nodded. “Your boss, Agent....”

“Chelmin. Rudy Chelmin.”

“Agent Chelmin said you had some hundreds that you wanted us to examine? Possible counterfeit?”

“Yes.”

“This is a small field office. All of our agents are at lunch. Have you eaten, Agent Spaulding?”

“Uh, no.”

“There’s an excellent Chinese place around the corner,” she said. “You might even find a Secret Service agent or three there.”

Will hesitated, thinking.

“When you come out of this building, turn right and walk to the corner. Then turn left and cross the street—it’s four or five doors down.”

“I’ll be back,” said Will, turning to leave.

“Wait!”

Will stopped and looked back.

“I can sign for that currency. if you’d care to leave it,” said the woman.

“Thanks, but I’ll hang on to it for now,” he said.

§

Will took the stairs down three flights and stepped into the late winter sunshine. Across the street were a big sporting goods store, a consumer finance office, a shoe store, and a cafeteria. He turned right and walked to the corner and looked to his left. The Chinese place was across the street to his left. As he approached the restaurant, he saw its name: Szechuan Heat. His heart skipped a beat.

Ten steps and three seconds later he pushed the restaurant door open to see an almost full house. In the far corner were three fit men in business suits.

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