CHAPTER 8HONORABLE WILLIAMS
Although we were running a little behind schedule, there was still a little daylight left when Sam and I arrived back at Spriggs-Payne. We off-loaded our precious cargo and tied the airplane down. Bao had managed to fall asleep in the back seat still holding on to the toy rattle Sam had bought for him in Wiesua.
Incredibly, Winston was waiting, though fast asleep at the steering wheel of his cab, his head resting precariously on the back of the seat. I gave him a little nudge on the shoulder and he jumped awake, glanced around like an old dog trying to remember his surroundings, then looked up at me with an expression of annoyed surprise.
“Thanks for being here,” I said.
He smiled slightly. Sam and I gently removed Bao from the airplane and placed him in the
