Chapter 8
When Sean, Ken, and Pax got off the plane around noon the following day, a tall, middle-aged man came across the tarmac to greet them.
“Ken, it’s good to see you again. It’s been a while. You—” he held out his hand, “—must be Sean Miller. I’m Alastair Holme.”
“Nice to meet you,” Sean replied, shaking his hand. “This is Pax.”
“A fine looking dog. If you’ll get your luggage and follow me, my car is right over there.”
They waited until one of the crew members off-loaded the bags, then carried them to the car, stashing everything in the trunk. Ken rode shotgun while Sean and Pax got into the backseat, and soon they were heading out of the airport.
“Do you live here?” Sean asked as they drove into the city.
“No. My home is approximately five hours east of here. I decided to get
