Kisser (Stone Barrington 17)

“Wasn’t somebody watching him?”

“Apparently, he went out a back window.”

“Is he on his way to New York?”

“There was no Delta reservation in his name, but he could already be here, so listen to the Leahys.”

“How’s the weather?”

“What?”

“Between here and Atlanta,” she said.

“Jesus, I don’t know. When I got up this morning the national forecast was for good weather for the entire East Coast.”

“Then he’s in his airplane.”

“He has an airplane?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you mention that before?”

“It didn’t come up.”

“What kind of airplane?”

“It’s a King something or other.”

“A King Air?”

“Yes.”

“With two engines?”

“Right.”

“What’s the tail number?”

“N-something,” she said.

“Every airplane in the United States is N-something.”

“I don’t remember the rest.”

“Does he often fly to New York?”

“Sometimes.”

“Where does he land?”

“I don’t know, exactly.”

“Did you ever fly to New York with him?”

“Yes.”

“Where did he land?”