Chapter 14Rod Cavanagh waited at the general aviation area of Lanseria Airport, which was perched on a ridge in the grass-covered hills of Johannesburg’s western outskirts. He watched the twin-engine Beechcraft taxi up to the charter aircraft terminal after landing.
Outside a neighbouring hangar Rod saw that two historic aircraft had been wheeled out and a photographer was busy taking pictures of each. One was a Huey helicopter which, interestingly enough, was painted in the olive drab colour scheme and US Army markings of a chopper from the Vietnam era. The other was a sleek military jet painted in camouflage. A sign above the hangar door read Thousand Miles an Hour Joy Flights.
The Beechcraft came to a halt and its engines shut down shortly afterwards. The door opened and the pilot, An
