Chapter 14The words “Mr. Michael Angelo” were written on a big board held by a young lad dressed in black and equipped with chauffeur hat and gloves. The San Antonio international airport oozed stickiness and the late May sun was seldom merciful, which was also something that the young driver would sometimes think about his employer. He had to wear a full uniform, regardless of the tropical temperatures. On the other hand, the money was extremely good and Avery Manning was the kind of guy who indubitably appreciated professionalism and good work ethics.
As he walked out of the luggage pickup and incoming flights section, detective Angelo instantly noticed the board with his name on it and headed directly toward the kid chauffeur.
“Mister Angelo?”, asked the lad politely.
“You can drop t
