“According to the newspaper, the investigators have reconstructed the airplane from our flight in that hangar,” Ping said, pointing across the dark road. He and Sam had pulled into a shipping company’s unlit parking lot across the street. “Now, you stay right here and keep watch. Do not leave the car.”
“Okay, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll do exactly what you told me,” Sam said.
“Right, if you see someone pull into the lot across the street, you send me a text message. Nothing else. Don’t get out and do anything else, got it?”
“I got it. I won’t get out of the car.”
“If I get caught or tied up in there, I’ll text you. If that happens, there’s a motel about a mile that way. Go there and get a cab back to my house.”
Sam nodded. Ping reached for the door, hesitated, then locked eyes with S
