Chapter 21
Frank drove west along I-20, heading for the northbound I-75. This close to noon, traffic was lighter than the usual four hour rush hour, but still heavy enough to require his full attention. Horace asked the questions now.
“So where we goin’, Jack…Yakov?” he asked. “Paces Ferry’s a purty long road.”
“Not so far,” Yakov said. “Maybe three kilometers from the highway. Then we must travel up King’s Way.”
“Not many houses back in there,” Frank said, glancing at the Ukrainian in the rear-view mirror. “What’s the best approach?”
“On foot, I think,” Yakov replied. “Perhaps from a few hundred meters away. From the side, not front or back. This time of day, they must feel they can spot a man in the sunlight and so may not have so many watching away from the gates.”
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