A half hour later, I arrived at the Leadville-Lake County airport where the six-passenger twin-turboprop plane was waiting for me. The human pilot had a flight plan filed and the door open, the engines idling. He was being paid well for his discretion, and I'd used him before. I parked next to the charter plane on the tarmac, then got Phillip out and carried him to it. I handed him and his car seat to the waiting pilot at the door, then went back and got the sleeping Rhoda and buckled her into the leather seat.
When both were secured, I drove the Mercedes back to the lot, leaving the keys in the console. I called Marcy as I walked back in the noontime sun, letting her know the mission was a success and I was getting on board. She told me the Pack was going nuts looking for the Alpha's fa
