Maxine stepped off the jet and into the sun. She knew the Sanchez had money, but she hadn’t known they owned a jet, apparently three. When Carlos had told her, she was going to New York to babysit Lucas while he was away on business she had been excited. It meant they were going alone. There was no way Morris and Owen could tail a jet. It was a big leap of faith for Carlos. Whatever Lucas had said to him earlier that morning had gotten him seriously worked up, she was sitting on the jet not four hours later.
“What are we doing in New York?” She asked as they walked across the airstrip to the hanger where some cars were parked and waiting. The guy behind the security booth opened a cupboard and took out a set of keys which he handed to Lucas. They then walked toward a Corvette and Lucas op
