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Panos was in the cockpit with the Jeep’s owner when he noticed the auto on the tarmac approach the King Air. It parked parallel to the airplane and two men exited. Panos met them at the steps.
“Police,” the heavyset detective in plain clothes said, flashing his badge. His tall, pock-faced companion gripped the holstered pistol on his waist daring Panos to resist.
“Come down with your hands up and tell your friend to do likewise,” the first detective said, observing the man in the window,
The Jeep owner followed Panos down the stairs. “I just work at the airport,” he said.
“Both of you over here.” The detective motioned with his head to an open area away from the plane. He drew his gun. “Check inside,” he said to his companion.
“What’s the problem?” Panos asked.
“Either
