CHAPTER 72
The plane landed with a screech of tires and a huge roar of reversing engines. Even before it came to a stop, the back stairs were dropped.
Mark Anders’ foot wasn’t off the last step before the plane was moving again. Moving fast. He was nearly tumbled aside by the backwash of the engines.
Once The Troll was airborne again, Mark strolled over to the terminal to rent a car. It felt good. Yes, he had a lot of ground to cover, but he wasn’t trying to do it from his tiny cubicle in the back of The Troll’s airplane. He’d started out as a field agent and it felt good to be on terra firma once again.
He strode to the terminal: a small, ratty little place. Knox County Airport, Ohio, according to the sign above the door. Inside, not a burger joint or a car rental counter in sight. H
