Scene 5
Herodotus followed Polly out of the jet’s hatch. He was greeted by a blast of hot, humid air. This was not California; it was someplace where heat and humidity went naturally together. The sun was pretty high in the sky, so it was either late morning or early afternoon. He blinked rapidly and held a hand to his forehead to shade his eyes after the comparatively dim light of the cabin. The unmistakable smell of urban air pollution tickled his nostrils.
They were at a small private aviation airfield. There was a string of hangars about a hundred yards away, a small tower and administration building and some outbuildings. A couple of other planes were sitting idle, waiting for their chance to take off. A chain link fence ran around the field’s perimeter.
Beyond the field was a city
