Chapter Forty-One
“Your first visit as a member. Have a good flight?”
“The cabin gets a little claustrophobic when the windows are covered.”
“Security, Kelly. You know my concerns,” the Director reminds. “And it’s only for the last hour of the flight.”
For the final leg of the long journey from Teterboro, mostly over ocean, the cabin windows are closed when land approaches. Not even visiting members have the slightest semblance of knowledge concerning Nusquam’s location. But for the hot breezes and exotic greenery, for all Kelly Devers knows the flight could have been circular, returning her to some airstrip in a desolate area of America.
“Muskrat Mansfield arrive okay?” Kelly sipping her coffee.
“Being worked in the pump house,” the Director nodding.”You should visit him. Apparently
