Chapter Forty-Seven
Erik slowed his flitter and dove into a dimly lit underground parking garage nearly full to capacity with other vehicles.
A diverse array of expensive models filled the garage, quelling any residual doubts he might have had about their location being the right place.
They’d contacted Kalei to request a meeting, and she’d told them to meet her in an hour at the Yel Ana Lounge, which lay across town from their hotel and the hangar.
He flew slowly down the rows seeking an open parking spot. Men and women, some in luxurious clothes but others rough-looking, headed toward an elevator on one side of the garage. Many of the men made no attempt to conceal their pistols or knives. There were even a few colorful suits in the mix, possibly Prism Associates team members.
The Y
