Sunday. Cargo Airport. Baltimore, Maryland.
KILLAM FELT ALMOST HUMAN by the time they reached the cargo hangar. If the paperwork he'd seen was correct, his plane should be landing in the early morning hours.
It was very likely possible that he could head off the whole thing here and now.
It was equally possible that the CIA or the Task Force or whoever wanted them offed could show up and finish the job.
He'd already tried to talk Ivy into hiding out in a hotel somewhere. She was going to stick close to him, no matter what he wanted.
She slowed the car at the guardhouse and lowered the window.
Killam leaned on the center console as a guard approached the car and bent to peer inside.
The older gentleman grinned the moment their eyes locked. "Mr. Killam. I would have thought you'd have been here already."
Killam returned the easy smile. "Got held up."
"Your guys forget something?" The guard braced his forearms on the driver's side door.
Killam paused. Forget something?