Chapter 30
Geoffrey bent over the console of the blimp, trying to ignore the gun pressed against his lid.
“How much longer?” Provo asked. “I’m getting impatient, Foster.”
Provo had been there the whole time, not taking his eyes off him. The provolone was not only watching him, but had also been asking questions. He had more technical knowledge than Geoffrey thought. It must have been from traveling the world, having to depend on nothing but his own self-reliance.
Geoffrey knew about self-reliance. His parents had died when he was in high school, and he’d had to make his own way in the world, learn how to manufacture his own success. And he had done it.
Now he was here, an instrument of evil being used by this provolone. Working for Sodius had been bad enough. At least he hadn’t had a
