CHAPTER FORTY
June 29
12:05 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Montreal-Saint Hubert Airport
Longueuil, Quebec
Canada
The guy from Executive Armor met them with the car.
“That’s a beautiful thing,” Ed Newsam said.
Luke couldn’t agree more. It was a big black gleaming Mercedes SUV. The front grille looked like a malevolent smile. All four doors were open.
Murphy, making himself useful, placed an SRT gym bag full of guns and loaded magazines on the floor behind the driver’s seat.
Luke was in a good mood. The three-hour nap on Don’s cot was the best sleep he’d gotten in a long time. The plane ride had been easy and quick. For the first time in days, things were looking up. He had taken a painkiller, plus half a Dexie to even out the sedative effects. He felt pretty sharp.
They were at a ti
