Blood Orchid (Holly Barker 3)

“Good,” Ginny replied. “The automated weather tells us the wind is three-zero-zero at six knots, so we’re landing on runway thirty-two.”

“I see the runway lights,” Holly said.

“And which one is thirty-two?”

Holly looked at her compass. “The one going left and right.”

“Good. Now switch on your landing lights.” She pointed at the switch. “Make a normal approach, just like with the Warrior. This is a heavier airplane, and it will take more of a pull on the yoke when you flare. This is a night landing, and the thing about a night landing is that it feels as if you’re a little higher than you really are, so expect the gear to touch down sooner than you think.”

Holly announced her intentions on the radio and was cleared to land. She reduced speed, put down the landing gear, and followed the landing check, as Ginny read it to her from the checklist.

“You’re a little high and hot,” Ginny said, “but you’ve got plenty of runway. A little less throttle.”

Holly made the adjustment and landed a little harder than she’d expected to.

“That’s a night landing for you,” Ginny said.

Following Ginny’s instructions, Holly taxied to Dolphin Aviation and went through the shutdown checklist. When the propeller had stopped, a lineman chocked the nosewheel, and everybody got out.

“You a cop?” Ham asked Grant as they walked toward the Dolphin lobby.

“Nah,” Grant said.

“Then how come you’re packing?”

“Seemed like a good idea,” Grant said, grinning.

“Well, yeah,” Ham said.

Holly led the way into the lounge and looked around. Empty. The reception desk was unmanned. Holly unholstered her gun, and Grant and Ham followed suit.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room,” Ginny said, “and I’m not coming out until the shooting stops.” She headed off.

“Grant, will you check the pilot’s lounge, down that hallway? Ham, you come with me.” She led him through the front doors and out into the parking lot. “There,” she said, pointing at Marina’s little Ford. “That’s hers.”

The two approached the car with caution and checked the inside. The driver’s door was unlocked.

“Better check the trunk,” Ham said.

Holly found the trunk release and heard it pop open. She walked to the rear of the car, her heart in her mouth, lifted the trunk lid, and looked inside. A spare tire, nothing else. Holly looked around the lot for a red Explorer but didn’t see one.

“What do you think?” Ham asked.

“I don’t know what to think,” Holly said, heading back inside. She got out her cellphone and was dialing Marina’s number when Ginny came out of the ladies’ room with Marina following.

Holly walked over and hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re all right,” she said.

“Mama and Tía Rosita are not all right,” Marina replied.

“I’m so sorry, Marina.”

“It was Trini, wasn’t it?”

“Probably. How did he know where you were? Did you tell anyone?”

“It had to be Pedro,” she said. “He must have known more than I thought.”

Holly didn’t tell her that Pedro was dead, too. She was upset enough already. “I’m going to take you where you’ll be safe,” she said, “and my policemen will protect you.” She led Marina outside toward the Saratoga.