CHAPTER 22February 24
Saturday, 6:30 a.m.
“Are you sure Frank was in that car?” Corey asked in a way that expected complete honesty.
“Yes,” the major said. “I’m sure.”
“Okay,” Corey said, “Let’s go.” He stood up.
“Go where?”
“There is a small airport a few miles from here: East Bay Shore airport. I thought we might get a bird’s-eye view of where Frank is being held before we go busting in, an aerial reconnaissance if you will.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
The major got up from the table. Corey reached into his pocket.
“Hey, it’s on me,” the major insisted, and left the money in plain sight on the table.
The airport looked deserted. Boulders of icy snow were banked into two-foot walls along each side of the runway. Long icicles hung from the wings and tail surfaces on the airp
