CHAPTER 13MILITARY SECRETS
I had no luck with the Sergeant at the desk, and even though I knew better, I wasn’t going to pay the dash.
“Do you know Honorable Williams?” I said to the Sergeant. His eyes lost their half-asleep drowsiness. He sat up more erect. It was obvious that he did. I persisted.
“He is the owner of this airline, and I would hate to have to tell him of this breach.”
“I no believe you,” he said in a deep, resonating voice.
“Then hand me the phone and I will call him. I know his number.”
The Sergeant trembled as though he’d had a sudden chill and bit his lower lip.
“Wait here,” he said while getting to his feet and carefully brushing breadcrumbs from the front of his uniform. He disappeared down a short, dimly lit hallway and into a room near the end.
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