Chapter 43
It was after ten when they landed in Fargo.
“These night landings can be nerve racking,” Keplar said emerging from the plane.
“I'd call it exciting.” Directing his attention to the pilot, “Can you hang around?”
“How long?”
“I can't be sure.”
“In that case, I'll have to head back. Give us a call when you want to return.”
“Alright, thanks,” Knutson said.
Looking at his watch, Keplar said, “It's too late to do anything tonight. We need to find a motel.”
They walked into the tiny terminal carrying their overnight bags. It was empty. Seeing a small office to the left, they walked in and found a guy in a blue uniform sitting behind the desk.
The guy looked up, “Can I help you?”
“We need a motel, any suggestions?”
“There's one right outside the gate. Take a right. You
