Chapter 13
While Emmet and his crew boarded the private helicopter early Sunday afternoon to return to the training compound, Dylan paced the waiting area of the small airport. He and Mars were due to fly out as well, in one of C21’s private planes. To where? He had no idea, and he was nervous, even though Mars assured him they weren’t going back to the city where they’d first met. “Alistair’s place is over four hundred miles south.”
“I guess that’s a plus.”
Mars nodded. “So relax. By dinner time you’ll be safe and secure in a very nice house with all the mod-cons.”
Dylan snorted. “Mod-cons? How British.”
“Yeah? So I spent a few months over there and picked that up. It sort of covers everything.”
“On a job?” Dylan asked, finally sitting next to Mars.
“Yep. Nice country, but I still
