CHAPTER 27––––––––
The interior of the Camry plunged into darkness as Ping turned off the ignition. He looked up to the roof. As the engine and the blowing defroster went quiet, the drumming noise from the rain filled the car. They had parked in the unlit shipping company lot across from the hulking outline of the hangar across the street. It was difficult to see much detail other than the muted glow of the security lights at its corners.
“Even though it’s raining, it’s not cold enough for both a sweater and a jacket,” Mara complained. “I don’t understand why you insisted on this.”
Ping shook his head. “You’ll thank me later.” Then he turned in his seat. “You know what to do, right?” Ping asked to Sam, who sat in the backseat.
He nodded, flipped up the hood of his jacket and reached fo
