CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Reid glanced out the window as the Gulfstream descended over El Prat Airport in Barcelona. Local time was six thirty in the morning. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a purplish light over the transitioning sky.
It was an eerie sight. El Prat was shut down, void of life. No planes arrived or departed, and the tarmac was silent and empty. As they touched down, Reid could see that most of the lights inside the airport were on, but through the large plate glass windows the place was a ghost town.
Watson opened the door and lowered the staircase as the G650 came to a stop. Out on the runway the weather was chilly and a slight breeze blew. Birds chirped from nearby, nesting atop the glass terminal.
Strange, Reid thought. I’ve never seen a silent airport before. Th
