CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Steel was back on the Triq L-Imdina road and heading southeast. The streets were full of afternoon traffic, making driving slower than he had hoped.
‘So where are we going?’ Kane said.
Steel shot Kane a confused glance. ‘The airport…we’re going to the airport, remember?’ Steel said.
‘Yeah, I get that, but which part?’ Kane asked.
The happy, confident feeling Steel was having melted. ‘What do you mean – what friggin part?’ he growled.
Kane said nothing. He took out his cell phone and activated the find cell app. A map came up, and a tiny red dot showed Samara’s cell phone – and her location.
‘She’s at the by the Lufthansa hangers,’ Kane said, leaning over and putting in the new location into the navigation system. It took a few moments. The map swivelled and turne
