Chapter 18
The private jet that was waiting for Sylvie and Terrill at the airport in Redmond, Oregon, was luxurious. It featured good-sized beds, but they were both too upset and anxious to try to sleep. Sylvie was a little calmer than Terrill, but that was only because she didn’t know the stakes.
Terrill laughed grimly to himself. He knew the stakes well—they were sharp and deadly.
Once they were in the air, Clarkson sat down across from them.
“Now we can talk,” she said, looking even more serious than usual. “I left the enforcers behind because I couldn’t be sure whose side they were on.”
“I don’t understand,” Terrill said. “What do you need me for?”
Clarkson c****d her head at him as if bemused. “You really don’t know, do you? You’re a legend, Terrill. When you disappeared from si
