“All right…Hank.” I conceded. I trusted him on this. The extent of my going undercover had been simply assuming a false name, acquiring a passport to match, and making sure I had plenty of the local currency for bribes. “We’ll do it your way.”
“Smart move.” His foot nudged mine under the table. “Thanks.”
* * * *
As he predicted, within half an hour a number of jets landed, and the terminal suddenly became a beehive of activity.
“Let’s go.” He rose, tossed his cup into the trash, and waited for me to do the same.
We made our way to an escalator that would take us to the lower level and the car-rental counters.
And as he’d also predicted, there were so many people waiting to pick up their vehicles that the agent barely glanced at Mark’s driver’s license before taking his credit card, k
