CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
10:17 a.m.
Over the Atlantic Ocean
Luke pulled down his window shade.
The Learjet went east, out over international waters, and then turned south. Eventually, just past Florida, it would turn west and head across the Gulf of Mexico to Guatemala, where it would stop and pick up fuel. It was a long, roundabout way to go, and it would add hours to an already long trip.
Luke looked at Trudy, who was still wearing the bizarre makeshift outfit that Swann had given her. Trudy had a tablet computer on her lap, and she was poring over data she had downloaded before they left Swann’s.
Behind her, Swann lay curled in ball across two seats. He was fast asleep. Somewhere behind Swann, Ed Newsam was probably doing the same thing. Luke was the only one who slept last night.
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