Chapter Nineteen
The Long Scream
Willis got his reply from Archie Picket as the Altair hurtled northward above the Everglades at nearly five hundred miles per hour. “Be damned. Same car. Airport security cam verifies tag. Left thirty min after I did. Also, confirm Mia Wasserman guest at Ottoman same days we were there. Coincidence? Not!!! WTF?”
One of these days, Willis thought, he was going to have to ask how the hell Archie could get that sort of information in less than two hours. Must have pulled in some favors. He texted back. “Explain later.”
“Goddamn it,” he said aloud.
Snappy was diddling with the flight controls from the co-pilot seat, being careful with the compass and altimeter.
“What?” he said.
“Give me a minute.”
Willis settled back, thinking about things. What if Shul
