The charter plane landed hard on a private strip outside Fairbanks. Snow everywhere. Temperature reading minus eleven on the display inside the small terminal building.
Francis helped Sarah down the stairs onto the tarmac. She moved better than she had at the diner but still wasn't right. Her grip on his arm was tighter than usual.
Diana was already on her phone before they reached the terminal door.
"Marcus's team landed twenty minutes ago," she said. "They're at the meet point."
"How far?"
"Twelve minutes."
Chen carried both their bags without being asked. He hadn't complained once since the facility. Francis respected that.
They took a cab to the address Jenna sent. Industrial area on the south side of the city. A warehouse with a rusted blue door. Diana knocked three times, paus
