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“This is Walt,” a gruff voice answered.
“Have the helicopter ready,” Karl ordered.
“Already is. Weston called earlier,” Walt stated.
Karl’s mouth tightened at his dead half-brother’s name. He hadn’t worked often with Weston, and if Karl hadn’t brought him in on this case back when Avilov had hired him to deal with Tansy Bell… well, Karl wouldn’t have had to shoot the weakling, would he? He’d be alive to annoy Karl another day.
“Destination?” Walt asked.
Karl’s eyes narrowed. “Cancel the order. I need a jet instead,” he replied.
“Destination?” Walt repeated, unperturbed by the sudden change in orders.
“Calais, Maine,” he replied.
“It’ll be ready at hanger C15,” Walt replied.
Karl snapped the cell phone shut and placed it in the center console. His hands tightened on the steerin
