Fruit of the Poisonous Tree by Norm Harris

Author:Norm Harris [Harris, Norm]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: legal thriller; military thriller; sisters relationship; Navy; special ops; dolphins; action adventure; amateur sleuth; badass heroine; black ops; cop
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2021-11-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Heavy traffic delayed the trio’s arrival at Gimpo International Airport for a 17:00 hours flight to Chinhae. The South Korean Army staff car drove up to the waiting, unmarked C-40A Clipper U.S. military personnel jet. The sonic whir emitting from the jet’s twin turbine engines, the flashing red lights atop and beneath the jet’s fuselage, and the smell of kerosene made Fay realize had she been one minute later, they might have left without her and her companions.

The trio boarded through the forward passenger door, noting three other passengers—two admirals and a captain - seated near the aircraft’s rear. Fay offered an apologetic grin in their direction. She heard the passenger door thump shut as she hastily made her way to a nearby seat and sat down.

Within moments, the jet rolled forward. Fay watched through the small window while they taxied to a nearby runway, then paused as an Aeroflot crossed in front of them. Shortly after, the jet moved forward again and quickly turned onto the runway. The jet’s twin engines roared to life. The plane’s rapid acceleration pressed her back into her seat. The plane lifted from the ground and screamed into the evening twilight at a steep angle. Not long after, it banked sharply to the right. She found herself looking through the window, straight down at the ground.

The twisting and turning motion, combined with her not having a reference point, left her disoriented. It felt as if they were slipping back toward the ground. Fay clamped her hands around the armrests. “Mercy!” she whispered to Winslow, sitting next to her, who appeared to be asleep. “You prayin’ or sleeping, Mister Winslow?”

A slight smile formed on his lips. “I’m savoring the moment, ma’am?”

The jet continued to bank for what seemed to be a three hundred sixty-degree turn on its wingtip before the pilot snapped the plane back to level flight.

Once the plane regained its stability, Fay felt compelled to introduce herself to the other passengers and apologize for her late arrival. She took a deep breath, pried her fingers from the armrests, muttered, “Well, here goes nothing,” unbuckled her seat belt, and emerged from her seat with a gracious smile on her face. She assertively made her way to the back of the plane to greet her fellow passengers.

The two admirals were seated next to one another, chatting. “Good evening, sirs,” Fay said, crisply extending her hand toward the admiral nearest her. “I’m Faydra Green.” A genuine smile and a beautiful set of white teeth worked wonders in awkward situations such as these. “I wish to apologize to you for our late arrival. The traffic was terrible. We—”

“No need to apologize, Lieutenant Commander,” one of the men assured her. “I’m Quentin Morton, and this is Brandon May.” Morton smiled and extended his hand. May did likewise. Fay shook each man’s hand, and then Admiral Morton spoke, “I think we can forgive a late arrival here and there, Lieutenant Commander. We’re all busy people who run late from time to time.

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