Chapter 13
Dad turned the vehicle so abruptly that Mom fell back off my knees and onto the gear shift between the driver’s and passenger seats. And as she pulled herself out of the gap, our SUV straightened up as well and continued traversing a narrow lane that had been invisible from the highway. We were heading straight toward a chained entrance dead ahead, I saw, my father making no effort to slow as we approached the barrier at top speed.
Our trajectory wasn’t the only potential problem either. When Wolfie had mentioned the word “airport,” I’d hoped we could lose our pursuers amid throngs of harried travelers. But the area before us wasn’t a public airport like the ones I’d visited in the past. Instead, the landing strip was small enough that it required only one tall, human guard.
