18
Wheels Up
It turned out Inge and the others weren’t too far away. They appeared an hour after the call in the same black SUV we’d left at the airfield before the mission.
I said goodbye to Alex. He said he’d get rid of the wing-suit.
“Another flying visit,” he said. “You’re a mysterious girl, Lorna.”
“You think I’m mysterious?”
“You’re the only girl I know who’d be wandering around Siberia covered in cow shit.”
See, this is what I was afraid of. No more diamond-stealing, supercar-driving, mega-glam cat thief. No. Now I was Cow Dung Girl. The crap had washed off but the image would stick forever.
I walked across the airfield as Alex’s plane took off. I slipped through the gap in the gates, to where the Volvo SUV waited.
It was a big thing. A seven seater with a grey leather inte
