Chapter 9
David met d**k Sloane at the Alaska Airlines ticket counter promptly at six-thirty Monday morning. After checking in, they made their way toward the boarding lounge, visiting a Starbuck's stall along the way to enjoy an expensive latté and over-priced gourmet muffin.
As they stood at the stall drinking their coffee, David watched d**k as he continually looked around the terminal, a nervous habit that was by now familiar to David. David guessed that d**k was in his late forties. Small and wiry, with hair that had already turned a steely gray, d**k reminded David of a wary animal, always on the lookout for stalking prey. As usual, d**k was dressed to the nines, sporting a hand-tailored suit, a silk shirt with French cuffs, and highly polished Italian shoes.
Although they already
