Tuesday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Washington, DC.
SKILTON STRETCHED OUT ON the bed in the private cabin part of the plane. There were just a few more hours to go until they took flight. He couldn't exactly rest. Not until they were in the air.
Americans were unpredictable. It was why he preferred not to do business with them and even more of a reason to stay out of this country. Dixon had been the perfect puppet. Skilton had operated through him without having to deal with the hassle.
He was getting too old for this job. Unfortunately, there was only one way out of this profession and he wasn't ready to die yet.
Just a few more hours...
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Wednesday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Washington, DC.
KELSEY STRAINED TO LISTEN past Dixon's labored breathing for any sound. Any at all.