Chapter Four
The ride on the small four-passenger commuter place was a bumpy one. There was turbulence in the air today, although the sky was a deep blue without a cloud in sight. Jon would be at the Chicago airport in a manner of thirty minutes. Where would he begin in his search for the man? All Jon came armed with was the photograph Eldy had given him, which was not much to go on.
The small plane appeared insignificant and diminished in comparison with the large twin-engine planes, as it pulled up the runway. Jon entered the concourse and headed to the lounge. He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed Eldy's number.
“Hello,” Eldy answered the phone in his crackly voice.
“Eldy, I have arrived at the Chicago airport. I need you to do me a favor. Go down to the polic
