CHAPTER 74
Mark Anders sat in the shade of the hangar on an overturned apple crate and sipped a bottle of Coke that Jimmy had dredged up from somewhere. It seems that his wife, Ann Caruthers, would be driving into Columbus tomorrow morning to see her sister Kathy who’d married a big city doctor. Jimmy had offered to let him stay for the night.
He’d tried to pay the man to fly him to Columbus this afternoon, but when he pulled out a credit card, Jimmy had just folded up with laughter. At least he was a source of endless amusement for someone.
For a couple too many people. The Troll seemed to think he was pretty damn funny, too. Be even funnier if they’d dropped him off at twenty thousand feet. A shiver crawled up Mark’s spine. It was a little too easy to picture Richards doing exactly th
