Chapter 13
Three hours and no sleep later, they were starting the long descent into Honduras.
“Ricardo or I could walk into Soto Cano Air Base with no one the wiser.” Hannah Tucker had called the meeting before Michelle could figure out how to hide in an airplane cabin forty-five feet long, seven wide, and six high.
Hannah had called them all to the center seating area of the plane, a couch for three along one side, two chairs across the aisle, and Ricardo hovering in the aisle at the far end of the group.
Anton had rolled out a map across his and Michelle’s knees, but she couldn’t make much sense of it. A runway, some big buildings, some small buildings, and a town beyond that.
With Isobel sitting by Ricardo, she couldn’t go to her friend. Anton offered sympathy and had kept Ricardo
