CHAPTER SEVEN
The Gulfstream landed at Ronald Reagan National Airport. The ride had been smooth but somewhat quiet. Kitty had spent most of the flight gazing out of the window, looking more like a kid who had just been grounded.
The plane taxied into a private hangar, where two GMC Yukon SUVs were waiting. The aircraft powered down, and the door hinged downwards, creating steps.
Steel let Kitty go first, giving the illusion the rest of the team wasn’t too far behind. However, the welcoming party looked confused as Steel stepped onto the concrete.
‘Who the hell is this?’ asked a tall, broad-shouldered agent. ‘And where are the others?’
‘Nice to see you too, Stan,’ Kitty said flatly.
Stan Norris was a veteran agent. Six-two with a military-style haircut. The brown was slowly greying at
