Fenn held his hat as he exited the plane and walked down the steps. He wasn’t sure what to expect as a greeting. What he got was a black SUV with two men wearing sunglasses standing by the vehicle. One was young, in his mid-twenties with shaggy blond hair. One of his hands was heavily bandaged and in a cast, as was one of his legs. He wore jeans and a graphic t-shirt with a hula girl on it. Fenn tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help but wonder who this man was. He seemed as out of place as Fenn felt in that moment. The other man was in his fifties but looked incredibly fit and trim. He wore jeans and a black shirt. He had a holstered gun near his hip. Fenn led Coda over to the men.
“Is Emery here?” he asked them. He hadn’t thought to ask Wes if Emery would be at the airport or not, but
